Snake in the Grass

Having mentioned snakes in a previous post, I thought I would tell a few of my own snake stories.

I was born in Arizona...home to a few sorts of snakes.
We lived in a house, that had a large back yard.
My grandfather had a large pit bull named Spike. Spike loved me and was famous for saving me at least 2-3times.

The famous time I was saved was the day my mom was hanging up the wash in the backyard and I was  sitting in the grass on a little hill.
I was a toddler , content to sit and play with a toy.

Suddenly my mother saw Spike jump up and run full speed,right towards me, snarling as he ran.
I just sat there, on the ground ,as Spike came running, ,towards me.
Where he grabbed up the rather large rattlesnake that was near me,  and shook it to death.

I just sat there, my mother started screaming and Spike went under the house where he stayed a couple of days,while the anti -venom shots did their job... coming out thinner but alive .

So I am here ,at least partly, due to my guardian angel,Spike.