Dog pack attacks gator in Florida

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Dog Pack Attacks Gator In Florida

At times, nature can be cruel, but there is also a raw beauty, and even a certain justice manifested within that cruelty.

The alligator, one of the oldest and ultimate predators, normally considered the 'apex predator', can still fall victim to implemented 'team work' strategy, made possible due to the tight knit social structure and 'survival of the pack' mentality bred into canines.

See the remarkable photograph below courtesy of Nature Magazine.

Note that the Alpha dog has a muzzle hold on the gator preventing it from breathing, while another dog has a hold on the tail to keep it from thrashing. The third dog attacks the soft underbelly of the gator.


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Jasper, the Canine Disaster

Jasper, the Canine Disaster

Jasper joined the Perry household 3-1/2 years ago when Nancy sprang him from the Braintree shelter. Ah, what a mistake that was! Only kidding. Sort of. We'll explain. En route home from the shelter, Nancy had to stop for an errand at a bicycle shop. Commanding Jasper to "sit" and "stay" while she opened the car door, Nancy was forcibly ejected from the vehicle by 100 lbs of sheer thrust from the passenger seat, and barely managed to grab hold of the slobbery leash while being dragged toward the store, which, it being a nice day, had its door wide open. (You can probably guess what happened next.) Jasper, with Nancy in tow, bolted right on in and made a bee-line for the nearest display—white socks, of course. In clear view of clerks and customers, the Yellow fellow unabashedly lifted his leg and proclaimed those socks his own.

Now, we wish we could tell you that things got better after those first few weeks with our adopted hound, but actually the days, weeks, and yes, months, of getting habituated to this juggernaut of a pet, were something right out of the pages of "Marley and Me." We managed to survive it all, though, and you know what? The worst seems to be behind us. The sweet beast is family now; he's more or less (ok, less) "trained," and we wouldn't trade him for all the tea in China.

Hmmm … well, maybe if it were for a yorkie … . Just kidding-- really!

Slobber tennis, anyone?

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