Posted on 12/12/2014 11:12:42 PM PST by eastforker
About an hour ago the wife and our dog Lucy were in bed. I was up reading FR when I thought I heard a noise outside. I get up from my chair and open the front door and the porch light is on, it has a motion sensor. I thought that was unusual when Lucy came barreling out from the back door( she has a pet door, comes and goes as she pleases) to the front door to the woods across the street barking like hell. The 4 wheeler was parked in front of the house and that is a hot item for thieves. Lucy finally came back to the house and is now laying out there, ears forward and pulling guard duty. We live in a semi rural area.
Some of my ancestors had a dog who wouldn’t let the milkman take the empty bottles. Periodically, when the porch was getting full of bottles, they would arrange to keep the dog inside so the man could take them.
Pope Francis recently comforted a young boy whose dog had died by saying, “All dogs go to heaven.”
My Rottie is getting Michelin Man training as we speak
Confidence enhancement for perceived threats
The rare thing I agree with the Peoples Pope on....
I'm half deaf so they give me plenty of heads up if I'm asleep and my hearing aids are out. Nobody is going to walk in on us without them waking me up first.
Ah yes, I remember DIgger. :)
Nuttin’ like a good dog and a 12 gauge pump for things that go bump.
My 2 cents.
I have been a Beagle breeder for years. I have seen every breed you can imagine at the AKC dog shows. I would also recommend either a Doberman Pinscher, a Roweiller or a German Shepard Dog. Probably in that order. However, do not tell your home insurance company. If they find out you have one of these breeds, they may drop your coverage.
When our daughter wanted a home protection dog in addition to a Beagle, she chose a Doberman. The Beagle provides the sound detergent. The Doberman provides the physical deterrent. Also, Dobermans have a very short hair coat(less shedding) and do not have the inherent hip problems so common in the other two breeds. The only grooming is nail trimming.
Deterrent not detergent
Darn autocorrect Kindle gets me again.
Lived in a somewhat isolated 1825 farmhouse. We had filled it with period antiques. Someone had backed in a box truck ready to load up. Footprints in the snow up to a side window where they intended to break in. Stride was normal walking length. Stride away from the window was someone running for their life! Guess they met Pandy (Pandemonium) at the window. Pandy was a very large Briard. I’m 6’2” tall, and he could stand up. put his front paws on my shoulders, and look me straight in the eyes. Also very thick sheepdog fur. Probably looked like a big black bear to the thieves! They never came back!
Recall the Farside cartoon where the two dogs in the living room are talking with an old lady reading in the background. One says, “Watch this. I’m going to point at the closet, bristle and growl.”
My daughter who lives alone had a bull mutt she raised. Any dog she raises grows up to be a wimp and so did Atto. If someone came to her fence it would wag its stub and drool. If the person said “boo” Atto ran under the house whimpering. One early AM as daughter was looking out the window a scruffy fellow came to the gate and said, “Boo.” Atto ran under the house. The guy unlatched the gate and started to push it open. Atto was suddenly right there in front of him snarling and drooling. The fellow calmly latched the gate and walked away. Daughter put her Webley down. I had disparaged Atto and daughter’s inability to raise a useful dog. No more. Atto earned his keep.
I worked Census in 1990. I had a long form for a brand new house in an upscale brand new sub pretty far from town. No one would answer the door but someone was obviously home. There was a high board fence around the back yard. On the third attempt I finally went to the gate. There was a pool in the back with a middle aged man and a young woman in it unclad. There was a Doberman lying at attention at the end of the pool, I walked over, showing my bad with Census on it and the woman started shrieking. He told her to shut up and asked me what I wanted, I told him. He said let’s get it done and answered all the questions. As I turned to leave he said to walk evenly and steadily to the gate and close and latch it. Dobie was alert and quivering. The woman was yelling again about that $3000 dog that was worthless. I went out and closed the gate just as the dog hit it. The fence quivered and it sounded like a board cracked but I had got it latched. The man was a local businessman whose address was in town where he had a middle aged wife and several teenagers.
They do make good dogs. I grew up with my buddy who was 50% Red Coon Hound and 50% a dozen other things. He was loyal, tough as nails, and child-safe. Poor thing was dubbed "Pixie" by my Mom when we got him because he fit in the palm of her hand - ended up being 85 lbs of alpha male. Had him from the age of 9 and some of my best childhood years included him at my side or ranging the fields as I biked and hiked.
“. The Beagle provides the sound detergent. “
Nothing wrong with that.
It could be rather interesting to experience. :)
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