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NAIDs vs Mountain Lion
Ultimate Ukiahya to the Rescue
The "Dog Days" of Yesteryear
Let Me Tell You About My Family

Butter & Freddie vs the Mountain Lion

“Hello Karen, 

...we had an intruder 2 months ago at 3am - a mountain lion - it hopped over the fence and went right at the dogs, much to its dismay, it was greeted and had its ass kicked formally.  Everyone talks about how big and strong mountain lions are, and a dog is no match - I put my money on my dogs.  The amazing part is the ferocity of Butter while she was pregnant - she was right there with Freddie during the fight.

Take care.........Bob from  Colorado ”
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“Bryanna, my 8 yr. old granddaughter went in a pen to play with 4 puppies between the ages of 3 to 4 months of age.  One puppy grabbed the hood on Bryanna's new NAID hooded sweatshirt from behind and started tugging and jerking on the hood.   Bryanna was literally being choked to death, she couldn't even yell for help, and was drug back wards across the pen. Ultimate Ukiahya who was in the pen with the puppies, grabbed the pup doing the pulling, by the head, and pressed down on the pup's head until she let go of Bryanna's hood.  The puppy jumped right back to grab the hood again and Ukiayha literally drug the pup by the head half way across the pen, than sat on the pup until Bryanna could get out of the pen.  She was crying because she was "mad at the pup".  She then hid her hood underneath her winter coat so the pups couldn't grab on to it again, and went right back outside to play with the puppies.

The next morning, before church, Bryanna took Ultimate Ukiayha a piece of bacon for a thank-you, and the same pup jumped up and grabbed for the bacon, when Ukiayha body slammed her to the ground, and then sitting on her, gently took the bacon slice from Bryanna's small hand and inhaled it.  ~~~”

THE "DOG DAYS” OF YESTERYEAR 

Tens of thousands of moons ago my ancient ancestors were stolen from a den where they were born and raised by the Native Americans.  After many generations of domestication or what my ancestors called, breeding the independent ways of the wolf out of us, my ancient ancestors became the humans’ most reliable, trustworthy, friend, companion and servant.  I was told my ancestors taught the humans how to hunt and fish and even how to raise their own human families.  Man soon developed their own government system after observing and learning from their culture and society. 

The Native Americans developed the skills necessary to be very efficient, successful hunters.  They learned that hunting the very young and the old as well as the sick and weak would be an easier and more guaranteed way of capturing their meals.  May ancestors taught man to leave the strong and the healthy game alive to reproduce, as it would guarantee the survival of their offspring and the generations to follow.  My ancestors taught man how to fish as well.  Granted we did not come up with the idea of sharpening a piece of tree to a point and spearing the fish, but humans do not come equipped with the teeth and powerful jaws or the quick reflexes that we possess.  Our  incredible sense of smell would tell my ancestors where the fish were gathered in the streams or rivers.  The ancients would tell of how with one precisely aimed thrust of their muzzle under the water, they would come up with a 14 lb. trout between their teeth.  My ancestors did allow the humans to teach them to herd the schools of fish upstream to more shallow water, where man was waiting with poised spear.  My ancestors liked to pretend that they were giving their trophy to man.  They would trot up to the man with a grin on their face and wagging tail and fish in mouth, standing still just long enough for the man to reach for the fish.  My ancestors would jump and twist in the air landing lightly and agilely several yards away, still grinning and wagging their tails.  This procedure repeated itself for several minutes until man would turn away making mumbling and growling sounds.  My ancestors called this little game “catch us if you can”.  Man’s tools, clothing and his food were all fair game in the little charade.  My ancestors did have quite a sense of humor.  It has been said that the Native Americans were a jolly and good-natured people.  I bet they learned that from my ancient ancestors!

It was passed down to me that man would put very heavy, cumbersome packs upon the backs of my ancestors and they would dutifully follow man and the massive herds of bison across hundreds of miles of the grassy plains that covered North America.  They followed the countless number of caribou across the lichen tundra of northern Alaska and Canada in a never-ending quest for food.  Man invented another contraption called the “travois” which consisted of two long poles secured around their chest and girth by pieces of dried bison hide.  The other end of the two poles had a bison hide stretched in between, upon which was loaded all of the human’s supplies and belongings.  They even had to pull man’s house called a “tepee” behind them.  These were heavy weighing hundreds of pounds and consisting of many bison hides sewn together.

Winter travel was much more enjoyable for my ancestors as man created a sled that would glide easily over the snow and ice making life much easier than the burdensome travois

Man, I am told is not as adapted to the cold and wind as we are.  We have a water and wind proof two layer hair coat, to protect us from the elements and webbed feet that enables us to travel in snow like man’s snowshoes were developed to do.  We are excellent swimmers.  My ancestors could bring down and kill an adult moose while in the water.           

My ancestors told me of a foolish white man who got lost during a blizzard.  They found this man still alive but buried beneath several feet of snow.  One of my ancestors sacrificed her life by the hand of her master so the white man could live.  The Native American killed my ancestor split open her body cavity so the life-giving heat could thaw the white man’s frozen feet and hands to prevent them from turning black with frostbite.  My ancestors crowded around the two men providing them with heart and protecting from the cold and wind.  The two humans chewed on the still warm flesh of my ancestor to keep from starving.  I must admit I’m kind of relieved that man doesn’t go out and get lost as much anymore.  Although I would gladly give up my spirit unto death for my master if I was needed to do so.

With the arrival of white man to our land my ancestors were constantly on the move.  They carried and pulled their masters’ belongings form wilderness areas to pure desolation as white man drove them from their land and homes.  Many of the owners of my ancestors were slaughtered and killed like the millions of our brother bison we saw along the way.  They were simply killed for their tongues and humps and the price of their hides.

The white man’s political council finally captured all of the Native Americans that remained.  They were herded up like animals and driven to and confined in the most barren unlivable pieces of ground the white man could find.

The white man gave my ancestors’ masters seeds from plants to be buried in the ground for food.  Gone were the days of hunting and fishing. White man sold or auctioned off almost all of their horses and left only a few horses to plow the earth.  My ancestors’ masters were not shown how to farm the land, and my ancestors could not teach them, they knew only of the old, good way of survival.  Eventually, all the horses were killed and eaten because there was no food.  White man forbid them to leave the reservation.  Without being able to hunt and fish as a means of survival, many of my ancestors gave their lives so their masters could continue to live.  Only a few of them managed to survive by escaping back into the wild where my great-great ancestors lived.

Still today only a few of my kind remain.  My owner says she is trying to bring back a little part of the natural heritage of the Native Americans by recovering a few of my ancestors, The Native American Indian Dog.

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One of my sons went to Ohio to live with a very nice family.  The lady owner of my son, whom they call Bandit, had her brother come visit one day.  Now Bandit was known to be a little shy and bashful of strangers who came to the house, until he got to know them of course.  So when the knock-knock was heard upon the door Bandit’s lady owner said, “Come on in the door’s open.”  In walked a total stranger who immediately asked, “Where’s my Bandit puppy?”  Bandit immediately ran over to the stranger and pushed his whole side against the man’s leg, thrusting his head and muzzle under the man’s hand as if to say, “Here I am.”  The man, shocked, asked his sister, “How did Bandit know that I was blind?” ~~~

Another of my sons went to the northeastern part of the lower peninsula of Michigan to live.  His owner got a job that required him to be gone several weeks out of each month. So, he gave my son to a man who raised and trained Black and Tan Hounds.  Now, these hounds always run across a mile stretch of land before getting down to business.  The second time my son ran with the hounds, so I was told, he disappeared and wasn’t seen running with the pack as they passed by their owner. 

A friend of my son’s new owner hopped into his pick-up and drove down a dirt road to the next crossroad, which was an old grass covered two-track trail.  He pulled his truck into the tall grass and his headlights picked up the shadow of my son seated beneath a large oak tree.  The man grabbed his flashlight, and shining it up into the oak, saw the two green reflected eyes of a raccoon staring back at him.  Through the dense trees was heard the baying of the hounds, still about three minutes away. 

The hounds, I am told, still like to run across that mile section before settling down to hunt, but a few of the hounds are catching on and are following my son’s example, by immediately starting to hunt when released from the truck.  Yep that’s my boy! ~~~ 

And yet another son of mine went with a good-looking, single man to the Detroit area. This man worked on rebuilding and remodeling the “People Walk” which spans high above the streets and traffic in downtown Detroit. 

On one particular day when the humans were busy and my son was watching them work, he suddenly growled at two men hurrying past.  My son’s owner yelled at him for growling at the two men. “That’s odd,” my son’s owner thought, “ He has never growled at anyone before.”

Not too long after that, it was reported that two men had robbed a nearby convenience store.  When the police came to talk to my son’s owner, he told them about his dog growling at two men who had run past a few hours earlier. After the police had apprehended the suspects, they turned out to be the same two guys my son had identified by growling at them earlier in the day. ~~~ 

On one other occasion, it seemed as if the humans were having just an all-around bad day.  My son’s owner’s boss was yelling and shouting and waving his arms at his owner.  Well let me tell you, my boy had heard and seen enough. He jumped up on the boss, looked him square in the eyes, and gave him a few quick licks in the face from a very wet tongue.  It’s strange how humans are so odd. The human boss never yelled at my son’s owner again.  At least, not while my boy was around. ~~~ 

And then there’s my son, Lakota... 

I know what you all are thinking, how come it’s only my sons that do things that humans love to talk about, right?  Well, my daughters are all just as sweet and modest as I am.  It’s so hard to talk about perfection...    Ah, well, hummmm, let me get back to Lakota. 

Lakota went to the thumb of Michigan where he showed his owner what a fantastic hunter he was to become.  He now hunts pheasant when the air is crisp and fresh, and the leaves have lost their deep green color, and they crunch under ones feet.  Then when the wonderfully cold, white time of year arrives, Lakota makes his owner proud with all the long-eared furry critters he runs by his owners’ feet. 

Then there are the human grandkids.  All one and a half dozen of them, of which Lakota gives endless rides to, whether it’s on his back or pulling a sled loaded with the screaming, gleeful, laughing faces of little people for hours on end.  My son even pulls his human on skis, being very mindful of holes, rocks and other contraptions that make his owner yell at him if he hits one. ~~~ 

In April 2001, a daughter of mine, Wahea,  was sold to a man who raises RedBone Coon Hounds.  This man took Wahea, my three and a half month old pup, to the U.P. where he owns land and a cabin.  There was still 16 inches of snow on the ground and he couldn’t drive the one and a half miles back in to the cabin.  He rigged up a harness for Wahea, hooked her to a sled and put two boxes of groceries on the sled.  "She pulled non-stop," he said, "all the way back to the cabin." ~~~

One weekend while they were visiting their cabin in the UP of Michigan they had Wahea tied up outside of the cabin, when out of the forest a strange man approached the cabin.  Wahea reacted oddly and differently than she has ever reacted to a human before.  She was snarling and growling so severely, the owner had to grasp her leash and hang on for dear life to keep Wahea from grabbing the man.  The stranger seemed totally unruffled by the NAID's reaction to him and kept his eye on their cabin and their vehicle parked nearby.  The owners were pretty sure the stranger revisited late that night, as Wahea went into a tyrant of barking, something her owners have never heard her do before either. They turned on a few lanterns to let the intruder know they were aware of his visit.  They talked to an officer the next day and he informed them to watch out for an escaped criminal and described the man to a "T" of the visitor that had come to their house the day before. ~~~

This same family sleeps in a loft, located 8 ft. above the cabin floor with a narrow ladder that leads the way up to the loft.   For some unknown reason, Wahea climbed this ladder, and with their many trips to their cabin has never attempted this feat before, crawled into bed with her owners positioning herself between her male owner and the empty space which drops off to the floor below, as there is no banister or railing between the bed and the eight feet to the space below. During the night, Brian could feel her gently pushing his body with her back, farther and farther away from the outside edge of the bed.  Her owners said "Wahea must have sensed that Brian was close to rolling off the bed and down to the floor below."  ~~~

Sunjka Wakan Has already proven herself to be an incredible hunting dog.  She has already been used to find and locate a car struck deer and a large wild turkey shot by a hunter. Her swimming abilities are amazing!  The first time she saw a boat with people in it, at 4 months of age, she immediately jumped in the water and swam towards the boat.  The occupants of the boat cheered her on while I was trying to call her back.  She swam to the boat and got a few pats on the head and THEN headed back to me on shore. Cheering shouts followed her all the way back exclaiming "What is she part duck!?" ~~~

                                                                                       

In August 2001, Majestic View's Pasasa (Red-Head in Dakota Sioux), my niece and Whitney & Keyonee's Granddaughter, went for her first walk at the Ionia State Recreation and State Game Area.  I must say, my owner was in for a might big surprise when Pasasa froze pointed birds four different times during their walk.  Pasasa pointed out a covey of quail, two Ring-Neck Pheasants and two different times she pointed just small birds sitting in bushes.  Majestic View's second bird dog, but Pasasa is a pointing bird dog.

She was just as pretty as any high classed, well bred pointer or spaniel type hunting dog.  She never paid any attention to the rabbits or squirrels that scurried by, or the occasional white-tailed deer the ran across, she was just into the birds!    

Ah yes, my relatives are full of multi-talented prodigy.  I wonder what sort of surprises are in store for my owner the next time she takes Pasasa for a walk?!~~~

THE " LITTLE PEOPLE" LOVER

TOSO HOOSO (Grey Bear), son of Hakata We and Paahuma went to live with a family who moved to the mountains of Montana. At rest stops and restaurants along the way people would stop and look and then walk over to ask his owners "What kind of dog is he?"  "He is absolutely beautiful!!"  But with all of Toso's admirers, he remained timid when eager hands reached out to pet him, all except kids that is!

They could walk right up to him wrap their arms around his neck and hug him around the neck and kiss him on the muzzle and Grey Bear would grin at them and proceeded to bathe them with his tongue.
Upon arriving in Montana, the couple rented a cabin while they busily searched for a home and property of their own.  A man renting a cabin for the winter and daily tried to pet Grey Bear.  Even with sausage, bacon, and steak every morning he could not entice Grey Bear into coming close enough to accept the food or be petted.  One rainy, cold morning Grey Bear's owner just happened to look out the window and see the man make a flying lunge for Grey Bear tying to throw himself on Grey Bear and wrestle him down like he were a calf.  Grey Bear jumped on agile paws to the side as the man fell face first into a mud puddle.  Grey Bear looked up into the window to grin at his owner and sat waiting patiently for his owner to let him back in the cabin, while the wet muddy gentleman muttered and mumbled under his breath.

A little girl then appeared out of the door of another cabin, saw the meat lying on the ground, stooped and picked it up and walking over to Grey Bear was greeted by a huge gray hair ball bouncing up and down wagging his tail so hard you'd think he'd be air borne in a few seconds, waiting for the " little person" and the bacon.  Upon seeing this, the man grumbled and murmured even more.  He told Grey Bear's owner, " I've been trying for about 30 days to pet this dog of yours and if he ever sires any pups I want to be first on your list."

Well, enough about the children in my family for now.  Speaking of children, if you think human females are the only ones who get morning sickness when they are pregnant, ha! Think again.  Please excuse me as I think I’m suffering from morning sickness in the middle of the afternoon.  I will soon have another litter of children destined to make this proud mother want to talk about them for hours.                                                        

 ~~~  HAKATA WE (BLOOD SISTER Lakota Sioux)

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