“Gangsta’s Red Trouble,” by Tammy Ann Rose Snyder

By Guest Contributor October 28, 2016 15:50
Trubbs

Brad and Trubbs

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Gangsta’s Red Trouble

By Tammy Ann Rose Snyder

This story begins when I was a youngster living in Connecticut. My brother Robby and I were playing in the back yard when out of nowhere a Red Doberman showed up and started growling. We started running! Just then our family friend shouted from her back porch for us to freeze. My brother and I were never so still in all our lives! The dog sniffed at us and trotted off. My respect for this breed had now exceeded all others.

Now for the part of the story as told to me by my husband Brad of twenty-six years. This is how he made it into my heart.

I was hanging out at Brad’s place and noticed the pictures he had of a Red Doberman. He told me his name was Gangsta’s Red Trouble, nicknamed “Trubbs” for short, and that he had co-owned this award-winning champion.

Before I met Brad he would go day hiking (peak bagging) in the higher Sierras and Sonora Pass on the weekends, taking Trubbs along for the trips.

One weekend, before Brad had to go back to the Bay Area to work, Trubbs decided to take off ā€”Ā he was gone! No sign of him anywhere. Brad searched and searched to no avail. Brad was heart broken. He had no choice but to go back to work. He set out food and water, holding out hope. Along the way he put up paper plates with his phone number for anyone to call if they had seen Trubbs.

The following weekend he went back again, with no success. People had been calling to say they had spotted the elusive dog, even offering food, which Trubbs refused. Brad had trained him to only accept food from him. Calls kept coming in, now saying that Trubbs wasn’t looking so good and that Brad had better get back out there and keep looking.

The third weekend came along but this time Brad had his friend come also and bring his dog. No go again! Just when they were about to give up, Brad’s friend said to him to look behind him. And by goodness, there was Trubbs! Albeit a little skinny. He seemed to have a look on his face that said, “Where the heck have you been?” and promptly almost took off Brad’s hand holding some kibble!

Brad scooped him up and took him to the veterinary in Twain Harte to have him checked out, also returning the trap cage that he thought might help while searching. The Trubbs was very skinny and dehydrated but was going to be all right!

Now, you may be wondering, what drew out Trubbs after three weeks of missing and no food? If you guessed Brad’s friend and his dog, you would be right! Her name was Binky and she was in heat! My grandmother used to tell me that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Now, applying that to a dog, well, I’d say the way to Trubbs heart was just good ole fashion lovin’!

I unfortunately never got to meet Trubbs, but I suspect he is smiling down at Brad from Doggy Heaven!

By Guest Contributor October 28, 2016 15:50
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