Rio, a Most Exceptional Dog

We don't know where Rio's life began, but we suspect that he was dumped near my parents' house by the Red River in north Louisiana. A neighbor told us that there had been 3 spotted puppies that were stealing food from his big black Lab's bowl and that the Lab killed two of them. Rio was the only one left.

He was a very frightened little guy when we first saw him. We tried to coax him to us with food, but he wouldn't come so we put the food down and walked away. He snatched it and ran.

We were experiencing an especially cold winter and the temperature at night was in the teens, but my parents' kept the house so warm, that we always open a window. After we returned from the Christmas celebration, we were laying in bed and we heard whimpering outside. We knew it was the puppy and when I went outside, I found him huddled up next to the house, not far from the open window. He let me pick him up and put him in a box with lots of rags on the carport. My Mom did not allow dogs in the house, so that was the best we could do.

The next morning, he was still there. We fed him and began to search the neighborhood to find out if he belonged to anyone. We heard the story about the 3 spotted pups being dumped and since no one claimed him, decided that we would bring him home to give to an elderly neighbor who had lost his dog a few months before

But when we got back to the house, Rio was gone! We searched everywhere, then finally went into the front yard. Rio was sitting in a sunbeam, looking up at the statue of St. Francis of Asissi that sat in Mom's birdbath, as if he was saying a prayer of thankfulness.

We put Rio in a box and sat him on the back seat of the car and started back to south Louisiana. About ten miles from the house, we heard him making some little noises and we thought he had to go to the bathroom. We pulled off onto a farm road into a field and put him on the ground. Instead of doing his business, he cried. He thought that we were going to dump him like his cruel first owners did. Our hearts melted as we cuddled him up and put him back in the car. He did not make a sound for the next 3 hours.

In October, before we found Rio, our loving and kind black and white male cat, Kelsey was killed. Al and I missed him terribly, but kind and loving, little black and white Rio filled that empty space in our life. It was almost as if Kelsey were back with us again.

Needless to say, the neighbor did not get Rio. We fell in love with his gentle spirit and well mannered ways. We named him Rio, because he was found by the Red River and he is part Catahoula. Catahoula Leopard Dog is a breed that was developed in Louisiana from Spanish war dogs that were left here during early explorations. Rio is Spanish for river.

He is the leader (well second in command behind Al and me) of our pack and he keeps all the other members in line, even the cats. He is our friend and our protector. He is one of the most amiable dogs that we have ever known.

To this day, he has only had one accident in the house and that was when he was a puppy and WE didn't understand what he was trying to tell us.

There is about a 10-12 foot drop from the top of the bank to the turtle.

We must add another story to Rio's lens. We know that he is an extra special dog, but he still surprises us with his understanding of situations.

It all started one morning recently, when Al was feeding bread to the turtles at the river. On this particular morning, one of the smaller male turtles grabbed the leg of a larger turtle and wouldn't let go even though Al waved his arms and threw things at it. So he decided to get a long stick and tap it on the back from the high bank where he was standing. Well, the stick didn't quite reach, so... yes, you guessed it... Al went down the bank a little more. All of a sudden the bank gave way and he began sliding. He tried to turn and grab onto something, but there was nothing to grab onto, so he hit the sandbar with his feet and fell backwards into the river.

The only thing that didn't go under water was his head and the sand made for a soft landing. Needless to say the turtles scattered and the biter let go of the other one's leg.

Rio and Chance watched the show and I believe they came down to help Al out of the water or maybe to join in the fun.

Three days later, when Al was feeding bread again, the same turtle grabbed onto another one's leg. Al yelled at it, while Rio watched. Then Al went to get a REALLY long stick, but as he approached the bank, Rio stepped in front of him and ran down the bank like a mountain goat to scatter the turtles.

Rio has always been the sergeant at arms of the pack, enforcing our commands to the other pack members, but in this case, he quickly realized that he could do what Al wanted done in a more safe and efficient manner and he did it without a word from Al.

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