The dog of doom

I knew it.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before this happened. About three weeks ago, we had the Oscar the Death Cat, a.k.a. the kitty of doom. Given the discussions of animals and death and speculation that other animals might be able to “predict” impending death, you knew it was coming.

Behold the Doggy of Death:


His name is Scamp, and he lives at a nursing home in Ohio:

Scamp, a Schnauzer, lives at The Pines nursing home in Ohio – where his owner, a staff member, claims he has been present for the death of virtually every patient for the past three years. That’s around forty deaths, twice as many as Oscar the cat’s kill count of 20.

Deirdre Huth, Scamps owner, says that the doomhound always turns up in the hours before one of the residents dies, waiting patiently in their room until they pass away.

‘He has either barked or he’ll pace around the room. The only time he barks is when he’s trying to tell us something’s wrong,’ she said.

‘It’s not like he’s a grim reaper,’ she added, inaccurately.

Can you say “confirmation bias” again? Sure, I knew you could. At least this story didn’t make it into the New England Journal of Medicine.

I’m beginning to wonder if, in the wake of Oscar’s reaping, we’ll see an epidemic of death-predicting animals?

Happy the Death Hamster, anyone?