Fluffy was also a good guard dog. The threat of burglary was ever present, so having a dog that would warn us of any intruders into our yard with growls and barking was indispensable.
At the top right of the picture you can see the edge of Yong Do Island. On the far side of the island (way off to the right of the picture) lived our best friends, the Wrights. Sterling's classmate, Robert, and my classmate, Judy, were the children of Robert Wright, M.D., a heart surgeon who came to Korea as a Baptist missionary. One summer, my dog Fluffy, my brother Sterling, and I went to stay with the Wrights for several days while my parents were away on a preaching engagement. Fluffy ran off and got lost.
We could not find him after several extensive search missions into the surrounding neighborhoods. When it was time for Mom and Dad to take us back home, Fluffy was still nowhere to be found. Sadly, we returned home empty handed.
Three days later, to our glee and amazement, Fluffy showed up on our doorstep. This was incredible because Fluffy would have had to find his way across the island which was several miles long, cross the bridge (in the picture), and find his way through the city back to our house which was right below where this picture was taken from. You can see the layout of the bay and the city he would have traversed.
Now the really amazing thing was that Fluffy made it back without being eaten. Yes, as a "stray" dog, he was fair game for someone's dinner table. This was post-war Korea and people were hungry.
Sterling and I often went on trips to little country churches with my father when he was invited to preach. On these occasions we usually stayed at the preacher's house and ate the meals prepared for us. We made it a point to not ask what we were eating when we did not recognize something, but, on one occasion we found out we had just eaten dog tail soup. As it has been written, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
Yong Do Island bridge across the bay from our house (top right of left picture). This bridge connects to the large island, Yong Do, to the right (left side of right picture) . Fluffy had to cross the whole back side of the island, cross the bridge, and then find his way through the city in the left of the picture and up the mountain to our house.
OUR DOG FLUFFY RETURNS HOME SAFELY
By: Dr. Rodney T. Hard
Our dog Fluffy was a prolific rat catcher. He caught rats in our yard almost every day. If a rat ran for cover under one of the 55 gallon drums of gasoline in the corner of our yard, Sterling and I would tilt the barrel up and Fluffy would snatch the rat up in his jaws, roll the rat around in its teeth so that you could hear all the bones breaking, and then deposit the dead rat at our feet. The rat would not have any lacerations or broken skin.
Fluffy's diet consisted of barley with some little salted fish (Korean "Medichi") in it along with occasional kitchen scraps. But even with this boring diet, he would not eat the rats.
Dr. Rodney T. Hard
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