That dog's name was Ranger. He brought in a raccoon one time when I was there and we ate coon livers for lunch. They were very good a crispy.
Ranger patrolled the Hubbard estate. On another visit he met Bert Fenn and Me at the plank footbridge. He came to me and took my left arm into his mouth, very gently, then released it. I interpreted that to mean, "You are welcome here, but don't try anything nasty!"