"My older sister had an encounter with a rattlesnake in my yard when she was 15 years old, and my wolf MAXX rushed out of the house and killed it before it bit her in the leg. No one even saw it hiding behind a grouping of rocks near a pond in my yard.
The ponds water pump would often get hot, running all the time and it would heat up the rocks that were piled up around it. So it made a perfect little warm den for a snake to live inside and one summer, one finally moved in.
I think my wolf sense... View More"My older sister had an encounter with a rattlesnake in my yard when she was 15 years old, and my wolf MAXX rushed out of the house and killed it before it bit her in the leg. No one even saw it hiding behind a grouping of rocks near a pond in my yard.
The ponds water pump would often get hot, running all the time and it would heat up the rocks that were piled up around it. So it made a perfect little warm den for a snake to live inside and one summer, one finally moved in.
I think my wolf sensed or smelled it, because he ran outside for no reason; whilst I was petting him and lunged teeth first at my sister knocking her down while attacking the snake.
When we all ran outside, my sister was lying on the floor with blood on her leg, from MAXX licking and checking her leg. My dad attempted to beat MAXX thinking he attacked my sister but MAXX stood his ground and growled at my father; not letting him anywhere near my sister as he protected her.
I don’t know if you are familiar with what an Arctic White Wolf looks like, but they are quite big and don’t back down to anyone.
My father foolishly hit MAXX with a shovel trying to scare him off of covering my sister. But MAXX took the beating and lowered his body on top of her, protecting her from my father.
Once my father noticed the dead snake, he lowered his shovel.
MAXX growling licked my sisters leg clean and made sure she was safe before he got off of her. He then walked over and picked up the dead rattlesnake and carried it off.
He brought it over to me and dropped it in front of his real master. Then he walked over to his dog house and tended to his shovel wound. I buried the snake in my front yard and planted a seed on top of it’s body.
Over the years a tree grew and one particular root sprouted under the sidewalk lifting it up as it made its way back towards my house; breaking the bricks the lined my palm tree’s planter.
The snake became the tree and is slowing making its way back towards my backyard. Even though the sidewalk has lifted and the planter is broken, I haven't and will not touch or remove the snake root. From the snakes death; came another beautiful life...Syrno"
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