Posted on 10/17/2006 6:00:01 AM PDT by presidio9
After a disabled woman's cat started a house fire, her specially trained dog came to the rescue, then died trying to help the cat still in the house. Jamie Hanson said the 13-year-old dog named Jesse brought the phone so she could call 911 and also brought her artificial leg.
"She got me outside and then she heard the cat upstairs and she went up there to get the cat and she wouldn't come back to me," Hanson, 49, said at a news conference Monday at Aurora Sheboygan Memorial Medical Center where she was being treated for her injuries.
She received third-degree burns to an arm in the fire Sunday night at her home in the town of Rhine south of Elkhart Lake, the Sheboygan County Sheriff's Department said, adding that both pets died in the fire.
Hanson, who lost a leg in a car accident three years ago, said she was on the couch watching television when the cat ran over the back of the couch.
"And he jumped onto a table that had a candle on it and tipped it over and lighted the artificial plants on fire," she said.
Hanson said she fell off the couch and was unable to get her artificial leg from the table, "so my dog got my leg for me and went and got the phone and brought the phone to me so I could call 911."
She said she tried to put the prosthetic leg on, but it was too hot, and the dog, a golden retriever-German shepherd mix, came to her aid again before going back inside for the cat.
When rescuers arrived, the house was fully engulfed in flames, the sheriff's department said. Hanson was in the doorway and was assisted by a deputy.
She was no longer being treated at the hospital when The Associated Press called Monday evening for further comment.
A year ago I paid in excess of 1600 dollars to save a cockapoo dog I had for three years. She had renal failure and it finally came to putting her out of her misery. Dam dog stole our hearts. Always there to greet us at the door when we came home and all the rest. If there would have been a way for a kidney transplant I think I would have had it done.
So after, we went out and got another cockapoo. This ones a tad bit more active, but just as much a pest and just as loyal. I still dont know why they tend to follow the wife like they do. Rotten traitor! Cockapoos are my favorite.
But the bit you wrote reminds me of Greyfriers Bobby. The dog who stayed on his masters grave for years after his master died and was buried. After the dog died they buried him with his master.
A good dog is always faithful even if they get a bit out of hand once and a while. I train my dogs to be gentle and its all in the upbringing while they are pups that get them that way.
Never had a mean dog and wont tolerate one. But a good dog I always make sure to spoil.
I went from growing up with Dobermans, who are brilliant, obedient and literally beg to serve to Ibizan Hounds who are a "primitive breed".
They are willful, contrary, cheerfully disregard my "commands" [ha...commands, what a laugh] and could happily thrive on their own, running the moutains as The Pack. [which is everything, to them]
The Egyptians regarded them as "gods" and treated them generally better than members of their own family and genetically, I think they all remember that...:))
Most people would think me mad because I basically live amongst a pack of semi-tame jackals....yet I adore them to the point of illogic.
They are just so *themselves* and they honor *me* by allowing me to run with the pack as an equal. [LOL!]
As wild-eyed and independent as they are when out playing in the yard, if they think a stranger is coming too close, they form a circle of fang and froth around me, even though they're not noted for being protective or guard type dogs.
[They do not do this for hubby. I assume they think he's big enough to care of himself]
I have spent a fortune on keeping them alive and will undoubtedly spend much more in the years to come and I do so with joy, so long as they remain healthy and here with me.
Some might think *you* mad for spending that much on a "hopeless" dog but I think you're wonderful and you deserved your dog.
So few people really do....:)
I've never had a mean dog, either.
I seem to have some weird rapport with them.
When I was very young, perhaps 3 or 4, my dad went to the local welder who lived up in the mountains along with his pack of classic "junkyard dogs".
The dogs were so ferocious even he feared to get too close to them.
When it came time to leave, my dad couldn't find me.
He and the welder searched and finally discovered me sleeping on a pile of old tires with the "vicious" dogs fanned out around me, also snoozing.
Neither the welder or dad could get in to "rescue" me because the dogs were "guarding" me.
Probably took them 20 minutes to coax me off my tire so I could walk out of the dog-pile on my own.
If I had dollar for every stray or lost dog who came *here* instead of the other houses around, I'd be rich.
My grandmother was the same way.
We used to joke that there was "Welcome!" sign at the end of her lane that only dogs could see......:}
It's funny, remembering that after all this time...all of my really good childhood memories involve either a dog or a horse.
And, FWIW, I don't know the names of most of my neighbors but I know where every neighborhood dog belongs.....LOL!
LOL I like the opposite of the stereotypical animals.
I like female dogs. (More maternal - good for new animals, better guards but less generally aggressive, etc.)
I like male cats. (Tougher than females who tend to be more flaky. I've known very nice females but they were flaky & skittish still.)
Meanwhile, the whole world stereotypes dogs as "boy" and cats as "girl". Yikes! That's not for me!
Actually, my male's problem came because of a certain badly behaved female.
Ashley was already well house-trained when my sister moved back in with her flaky, shaky, stupid adult female. Ashley was intended as a house cat only. Hera moved in - basement only (a separate apt. for my sister) - and started being bad and urinating in various places.
Ashley of course slipped downstairs occasionally. He had been a good kitten, having learned to use his litter well. He was neutered. But shortly after knowing what this female was getting away with, he started doing the same as she. So, we kicked all of them outside as their main residence.
It would be another 10 years before Ashley would get my vote of confidence to have his main residency inside it was sort of a gradual change in that time). I still let him outside as he liked it, having learned to be king outside and sometimes hunting. But as I said, he liked to mark occasionally. But when I caught him and got after him, he wouldn't do it again for another 6 mos.
Sounds to me like they both went crazy, marking off territory. From what I understand, that's the number one reason, by far, why they do it.
Could be. But he never really "unlearned" it even without cats.
This is why I like dogs better than I like humans. Poor doggy though :(
oh my goodness, where is that grave? So sad....
Rosehill Cemetery, Hagerstown MD.
I have always loved that poem
Cats are WAY better than dogs....and smarter.
My previous post to you too
My dog eats cats and small deer....
:^)
You are your dog are going to _____. Both evil.
See post #137.
Isn't she just a doll?
[in addition to you and your dogs being condemned to eternal hellfire, now you'll be stalked on FR from here to eternity by this adorable, gentle little creature]
Pfffft.
"cat people"......LOL!
http://news.softpedia.com/news/Cats-to-Cause-Schizophrenia-12131.shtml
That's why I generally take pity on you and ignore you.
Seek help.
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