The Story Of A Dog Called “Katze”.

Waiting For A Judas Boar To Join The Pack.

At the beginning was a lonesome Nimrod. His house and his heart were empty because his better half had decided to brighten another place with her special gifts. Having mercy with the grieving hunter, the Goddess Diana made a large Dachshund and sent him to the dejected. A white Pointer Mix soon materialized to assist in pushing the human off his couch.

For a while, the three hunters lived a happy, carefree life together without pressure and strive romping in fields and woods in pursuit of game.

But in life nothing good last forever. The Gods become jealous of peace, harmony, contentment and stir up the pot. Trouble appeared in the form of a very small, odd looking and strange smelling thing that made annoying high pitched noises. The resident dogs had many a heated argument over what to do with the stranger and how to handle her constant disturbances of the peace.

The Pointer girl held that maybe it is just a young, very small dog that needs affection and will eventually grow up and become just like us. The Dachshund matter-of-factly argued that if it does not smell like a dog it is not a dog and therefore must be prey. Consequently, the squeaky thing is to be brought down for good, he said.

Irritated by the constant bickering over the disposal of the strange 'thing', our grim hunter ruled that the newcomer would have to prove that she is indeed a hunting dog. Until such proof is given, she shall be considered a dog. He named her “Katze”.

Not long thereafter, the new dog started to integrate herself into the pack, waiting patiently in line to go hunting with the pack, struggling mightily to follow them into the car, bringing up the rear in field and forests. Courageously she followed the Dachshund into the deepest badger sets. The two evicted many a badger or fox from his burrow driving him into the guns of the waiting hunter.

However, her greatest talent was the stealth hunt. While the two dogs clambered noisily around looking for hidden game, yet only causing it to freeze in one spot, the new dog would silently and slowly stalk in the high grass, a silent, efficient killer that hears and sees everything without being heard or seen herself.

One day a very young fawn was hiding motionlessly for the return of his mother. He was unaware that the hunter and his three companions had found a mother deer that had been run over by a truck on a nearby road. It was the fawn's mother.

He was also not aware of the stealthy hunter nearby. Since the noisy dogs were far away and the new dog hunting silently, the fawn felt safe and called out for his mother. His bleating alerting “Katze” nearby. Fawn found, the new dog ran to the hunter to alert him to the fawn.

Together they swooped up the fawn, took him home and raised him till he could be safely released back into the wild.

Thereafter, the dog named “Katze” was finally accepted by all as an equal member of the hard working pack sharing equally in the hunt and in hard earned rest..

All is well that ends well! True, but it did not end so well for the orphaned fawn. As an adult he kept on confidently showing himself to hunters until he was 'accidentally' harvested by a hunter who did not know about his background.

Oh, by the way "Katze" suggested to look for a piglet to raise and train to lead the pack to his cousins in the field. Now, they are waiting for the Judas Boar.

JJ