Guys' Weekend, Part 4: The Big Black One-Eyed Dog

On Saturday evening, while Bill was still dozing, Jeff and I started working on building a fire for the night. As we were chopping little bits of kindling, we heard the sound of an engine approaching from the back of RJ's property. It was a woman driving an ATV. When she saw us, she asked if we had seen a black lab around the area. When we told her that we hadn't, she explained that she was looking for her one-eyed black lab, that it's name was Pookie (or Pokey), and that it was a "city dog". Then she gestured vaguely towards the back of RJ's property and said that she was our neighbor in that direction. Then she drove back down the trail.

RJ has a lot of trails in the back of his property, primarily for snowmobiling and four-wheeling. I've only walked down the trails a few times. In the daylight, it's a very pleasant walk. But at night, it's a confusing nightmare of twists and turns. This will be important later on in the story.

Later that night after we finished eating Bill's excellent meal of steak, chicken, and portabella mushrooms, we sat talking around the fire. I'm not sure what time it was, but in the middle of Bill's story, Jeff said, "Shhhh! There's a dog nearby; I can hear its collar clinking." We turned around toward the cabin, and reached for our flashlights. We turned them on... and there it was. A big black dog, standing at the edge of the firelight, near the picnic table. It couldn't have been more than 15 feet away, and because of the darkness, it seemed to appear out of nowhere. Then the light caught the glint of that one eye, and it really creeped me out.

Jeff and I tried to explain about the woman's lost dog (since Bill was sound asleep inside when the woman showed up). Then Jeff called it over, and it turned out to be a very friendly, but timid, dog. Jeff got it to sit next to his chair by the fire, and then we tried to decide what to do. We weren't really sure where RJ's trails led, but the neighbor to the north was making a lot of noise, so Jeff decided to try there first. Bill and I stayed with the dog as Jeff went to ask the north neighbors if they knew anything about this dog. When Jeff returned, he reported that they almost disbelieved his story about the dog, saying, "There aren't any one-eyed black dogs around here!" It was also Jeff's impression that our neighbors were already a bit on the inebriated side.

So now Jeff decided to search down the trails at the back of RJ's property. He came back a bit later to explain that the woods started getting very dark. Then he heard the sound of a baby crying, remembered the "Blair Witch Project", and fled back to the cabin. :-)

So we tried again. This time I went with Jeff, and we decided to take the dog with us. We used some rope from RJ's shed as a leash, and set off again. This time the dog seemed to know where we were going. It had its nose to the ground and it was pulled Jeff along at a pretty good clip. We followed the ATV tracks all the way around to RJ's other neighbor: only a short walk away from RJ's cabin! If we'd known where the tracks led, we could have saved a LOT of time. The dog seemed to know where it was. It walked straight up the stairs to a door in the trailer. We knocked, but there was no answer. So we walked back to the campfire (taking the short, direct route this time).

Over the course of the next couple hours, Jeff walked back to the south neighbor's to see if anyone came home. We gave the dog some water, which it lapped down greedily. But eventually, we had to turn in. We considered what to do with the dog. Our first idea was to take the dog inside for the night. But we didn't think we should risk bringing a strange dog into RJ's cabin -- we didn't want it to start tearing up the carpeting or the furniture. Since the dog seemed to know its way back to the neighbor's place, and since it wasn't that cold a night, we hoped the dog would find its way back. We all felt helpless about leaving it outside, but we couldn't think of a better option.

I fell asleep almost immediately, so I don't know what happened next. As Jeff tells it, the dog started barking later in the morning (around 3:00 a.m.), but then suddenly stopped. I didn't hear a thing. But the next morning, we awoke to discover that someone (probably the north neighbors) apparently didn't appreciate the barking that late at night. There were two "police chalk-outlines" (made out of white plastic knives and forks) on the ground outside. One of the two outlines was cut in half, with ketchup spread around it. We didn't wait around to ask any questions. We'd planned to leave at noon, so we packed up our stuff (including the chalk-outlines) and went to the local "Roadhouse" for lunch before heading home.

I wish I had some sort of closure for this story, but I don't. We saw neither the dog, nor the neighbors again. An odd ending to an odd experience...

But on the way home, we had the chance to listen to the Bears completely dominate the Packers (which is, of course, the best possible ending to any Wisconsin trip)!