Probably I shouldn’t assume everybody recognizes this sort of environment. This is a shallow cypress swamp, with mostly cypress and blackgum trees, with a few loblolly pines, plus slash and longleaf pines and oaks around it. That’s actually different from a pocosin swamp, which has mostly smaller shrubs. Both are fairly common in the U.S. southeastern coastal plain.
This cypress swamp used to be full most of the year, forty or fifty years ago. Nowadays it’s dry most of the year.
We’ve been having rain every few days for a week or more, so finally it’s almost full.
When that happens, we like to put kayaks in and boat around. Which is interesting due to all the cypress logs to navigate past.
Those are two of my dogs. They live here, in several hundred acres of land my grandfather bought in 1921. They are working dogs, protecting us from snakes and catching rodents. They don’t attack other wildlife (well, except raccoons), because we teach them not to. They do like to run fast, especially in water.
About the swamp throne, only the initiated know, and Tom H. Tom H Johnson Jr ain’t tellin’.
It was with much sadness that we said goodbye to the Brown Dog.
A quick moving cancer took her from being her delightful brown dog self to a mere shadow.
Her personality, “don’t look at me while I am eating” was true to the end and when she was ready, she told us it was time to go, January 11, 2021.
Arriving as a pup on October 16, 2008, She-Ra consented to keeping the two upstarts. Our veterinarian, Dr. Ruff, said the dogs were about a year old. When asked what were their names we said “Brown Dog and Yellow Dog”. That is how we had been calling them while we decided if they would stay. After a month, they knew their names and so they were, the Brown Dog and the Yellow Dog.
Through adventures of snake bites, gopher tortoise escapades, controlled burns of forest management, gardening, snow, hurricanes, boat rides, and river adventures, Brown Dog lived a full and wonderful life.
Brown Dog is survived by her pack that includes her littermate Yellow Dog, acolytes Nellie and HoneyBun and her humans and predeceased by her mentor She-Ra.
I’m hiding. Can you see me?
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It’s cool in the water in summer
She-Ra, Brown Dog, Yellow Dog
After a wallow in the pond
I’ve got a snake, how about you?
A favorite view
She-Ra with her acolytes in the dirt pit
Look, I’m in the culvert
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Brown Dog says I’m going this way
Dogs in Sun
Don’t look, I’m taking a bath
Boat ride in the swamp
In the swamp 2020
At the pond and at attention. Are there snakes?
She-Ra shows off her pets
Yes, she’s a lap dog
A ride around the pond
All good dogs face forward
Good thing we have warm coats for snow
Look, I found the boat
On a log in the swamp
Culvert Delivery to the beaver dam
Brown dog on the prow with Grace and Harry
First Snake Bite. We don’t feel well. It was a moccasin nest.