Posted on 12/12/2014 11:12:42 PM PST by eastforker
Get one of these small dogs.
Video of a real chase.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcxHRVRpNg4
“The trash man is stealing our stuff!”
Defcon 4.
:D
I don’t think I am lucky in that respect. Nothing bites me, not dogs, not bugs, not small children. The last time I was bitten by something was in 1956 when a neighbor’s chihuahua ate up my hand. I mentally made a deal with the bees when I was 11 y.o. that I wouldn’t swat them if they wouldn’t sting me. I have not been stung or bitten since. I have walked past a number of dogs that should have done a job on my leg. I talk to them before I pass (except that Dobe). I met a lot of them on the Census. I don’t cross fences with dog warning signs on them until I have met the dog, though, and discussed it with him. I can tell about a bad dog and my bad attitude but it would take too much space.
That is just too cool.
Agreed. My sister-in-law and her husband had a German Shepherd dog, trained in the German method (can’t recall the word) for protection. He was such a good boy. He would do perimeter checks every night before going to sleep.
Some repairmen rolled up one day and he went into guard mode, barking and showing teeth, until my SIL called him off. One of the guys yelled, “I ain’t getting out of the truck...that’s a damn wolf!”
‘Signs all over down the drive’
There is a river near here, and a guy in a trailer lives there with a long drive. He has a sign “Bring your own gun, I do not want to kill an unarmed man”
that’s hilarious
The dog may be man's best friend, but evidently the book is woman's.
Eras of our lives end up getting designated in dog years, and by that I don't mean one year being equivalent to seven. I mean looking back and remembering. It's inevitably "the Woodie years," or "the Suzie years" or any one of the ten dogs I've been privileged to know, love and share my life with since my earliest memories. I miss the eight who have died, all but one of old age. My family kept two, one older one younger and so their lives overlapped, the older "training" the younger. I've continued doing that. There are habits, tricks and behavioral quirks that I can recognize from thirty or more years ago, whether it was specific to a dog, or something my dad taught them. He's gone now, too. I can't imagine not having them around. They're a joyful presence, always happy to see you, always ready to play or especially to go, go anywhere, to the end of the earth so long as it's with you. Practical, too as a deterrent to thieves and people who are up to no good. They've got an ability to sense intent that many people just don't have. Excellent judges of character.
One day she got tired and lay down in the back seat when a guy in an old car came out of a bank parking lot, at great speed and nearly ran into me. I had to make a violent lane change and blew my horn so he wouldn't come over in my lane. This guy, drunk/crazy, yelled at me, he was gonna beat me up, as he pulled up inches away from the passenger door, threatening my life when the dog jumped up.
.....Well he must of had his life flash before his eyes as he messed up his pants cause now he was running from me...True Story.
Pretty much summed it up very nicely. Dogs are one of God's best gifts to the mortal part of us and teach us much about how we should treat each other to foster the spiritual part...
yep. Our 90 lb Lab is a chief of security. His radar scan range is ~ 1/2 mile - anything that moves gets a gimlet eye. Anything approaches the fence gets a charge. Any predator that comes over the fence (coyote, bear) gets chased off the property. However, he leaves the deer alone and is properly respectful of the elk. Any non-family humans mean that we better get a hand on him before they get out of their vehicle.
Works for me. Only issue is that we have to spell C-O-Y-O-T-E or he drives them off before I can get the rifle off the pegs.
We had a little Jack Russel who saved our house from burning down. I was not at home and my husband was in the bedroom reading. Bobo started running back and forth from the bedroom to the den. A floor plug was shooting sparks and had already set the sofa on fire. We called him our hero dog after that
Not before he has barked a warning so loud as to wake heaven and earth....
Wow. A heroic dog. Wonderful!
So you turned the him in instead of turning him under. That probably took some willpower
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