After Dad read my post about Hugo, he called me and reminded me of other tales about Hugo.

When Dad spoke with the vet about fixing Hugo, the vet mentioned that Hugo was likely to become more docile and less inclined to get into dog fights.

Dad thought that this might be a good thing. Hugo had often gotten into fights with other dogs. He even had a nemesis in the form of a large border collie. Dad had tried to intervene in one of these altercations, in return for which, he got a trip to the hospital for some stitches. (I didn’t know about that when this happened.)

Unfortunately, no one got around to letting Hugo know this. When Hugo next met his aforementioned nemesis, Hugo jumped into a fight with his usual gusto.

We often walked along a train embankment past some farmland. One time when Dad was walking Hugo off-leash, Hugo got distracted from the path and chased a rabbit into a wheat field. The wheat was about 4-5 feet tall. Hugo was less than 2 feet. Or course, Hugo got lost.

Dad tried to call Hugo so that Hugo’s enhanced doggie senses would direct him to Dad. That didn’t work. Either Hugo’s doggie senses weren’t as enhanced as advertised or Hugo was stupid. Or both.

After a while, Hugo would try to jump up to look around and see where he was. It didn’t help as much as it should have because he was still lost.

Dad gave up waiting for Hugo and wandered into the field, zeroing in on where Hugo’s black and white head had last appeared.