On a thundery day while out on the road, we dropped into a local gas station in Merriman, Nebraska during a thunderstorm (surprise!!) and found ourselves sheltering in the workshop chatting to the bloke working on a local’s fuel gauge sender (which had meant that he had to remove the tailshaft to get at it)….
Meet the mechanic’s dog…we asked him how old she was and were surprised at the wear marks on her teeth for 5 year old. I asked if she carried rocks around like my cousin’s kelpie used to…..It’s not rocks that have been wearing her teeth down..it’s a power pole!!
I’d walked across to examine the pole in light rain with her padding along behind me with the intention of taking a photo of her and her nemesis – until there was a flash of lightning and an ear splitting crack of thunder….and she shot off into the mechanic’s shop with her ears flat back.
Why does she chew a power pole??? She chases squirrels…across the gas station and quite often they would escape up the power pole out the front near the road….when they get away from her she chews the power pole in frustration all the way up to standing-on-hind-legs-front-paw-height… Sure enough…there are teeth marks in the wood!!!!