I used to have a huge Gladiator Doberman. He had been trained as a "professional" guard dog, and was used to protect a lumber mill from vandalism during a strike. Once the mill re-opened, they were going to just put Bruno down, since he was not your typical family dog. One of the mill workers took him, instead, and when I first laid eyes on Bruno, it was in the early north Idaho spring, the weather was wet and cold. Bruno was tied to a heavy chain out in the open, no dog house for shelter, and his food was scattered in the mud. He was skin and bones thin. I asked the owner if he would give me the dog, and he told me Bruno's story, and I loaded Bruno in the back of my Mazda pickup, and took him along with me. Thus began a friendship that was to last for many years. I would take Bruno and we went for long walks every day as long as the weather was good. We both loved our walks together. One day, we were out for our walk, and there was an injured snake lying on the edge of the road. We lived in Western Washington at the time; so there were no poisonous snakes, and this was just a common garter snake. I knew if I left it lying on the road, it would certainly be run over and die; but at the same time, I was not inclined to pick the snake up and move it into the ditch , either. As I was deliberating what to do; Bruno reached down, gently picked the snake up, using only his lips so as not to hurt him further, and laid the snake in the ditch at the side of the road. I was flabbergasted, to say the least ! ! The only explanation that I have for this is that Bruno somehow read my mind, knew the snake needed help, and that I didn't want to touch it; so he rescued it himself.