Carl here. I’m certain you’re curious about this photo. This is my humble story: All Corgis are brave, but we don’t take advantage of that fact. In other words, we never go looking for a fight. So, when I happened upon a fifty-foot, banana anaconda near the house, my first instinct was to reason with the brute. “See here,” I said, “Why don’t you move along. Find someplace where your dastardly-evil, snake ways are appreciated.”
The creature hissed as its body slithered to encircle me.
“Last warning!”
It spit liquid at me—obviously poisonous.
“I’ve given you fair notice!” I sprang into action, bounding toward its head. I bit into the black ear on the right side of its face.
From the beast gushed a full killing stream.
I went for the neck, just below its head. Oddly the non-yellow skin tasted like metal. I clamped down as the snake thrashed and whipped. I feared I would be flung far, but I focused on protecting my human family, including Robert Hansen, the author of The Five Names.
Finally, the creature’s strength waned. It wiggled weakly, then became motionless.
I don’t encounter banana anacondas every day. Often the threat comes from bears, or turtles, or tele-marketers. But, regardless the specific type of danger, C-dog is on duty, preserving the household.
Glad to hear that Carl is still doing what he does best. Glad the Hansen family is safe and protected!
Scott, good to hear from you, I think of you often and pray that all is well. Bob