Posted on 12/31/2014 2:47:24 PM PST by digger48
Dogs are absolutely uncanny, sometimes.
When Odin was only 8 months old, I was in our doc’s office parking lot, working on his “heel”.
The parking lot abuts endless WV wilderness and more scary, abandoned factories.
There was no one else around to see what happened.
I was *so* focused on perfecting his “hip” command, in which he braces against me for support, that I did notice what he saw.
I started feeling his silent growl against my leg and thought “WTH?” but kept going on, until the silent growl turned into the most horrific growl I’d ever heard from him.
I thought he was being sarcastic and overworking the support part by shoving me really hard, back to where the office steps were.
Only then did I look up to see a strangely dapper old man, mere feet from me, disregarding the dog, with a disquieting “smile”.
By this time, the dog was in berserker mode and I apologized to the old guy for the dog’s “bad behavior”.
He then turned his creepy smile on full force and said “Don’t like me much, does he?”
At that, the dog *lunged* for him.
It was all I could do to drag his hundred pound arse away, back to the car.
Hubby came out and told him how bad “Bubby” had been and how ashamed I was of him, for going Cujo on such a respectable looking man.
Hubby said something, then, that made my blood turn to ice; “And just what do you think your molester uncle looks like to other people?”
Then I looked around me, at all the places where my body could have lain undiscovered for *years*.
I have no idea what bullet I dodged that day but it must have been a serious one for the dog to go that crazy.
I learned to trust his judgement, completely, that day.
A couple weeks later, *I* tried to avoid a scary looking, big scruffy guy in the feed store, based on my own bias but the dog loved him up like he’d known him all his life.
And the ‘scruffy’ guy *was* a decent fellow.
That time, I was ashamed of myself.
*None* of my dogs like my ex but the first time they met this hubby, they all adored him.
Three Ibizans, two Dobes and one Pit totally mobbed him, wiggling and licking.
He does not know it, but they were the only reason he ever got a second date.
:D
back in 1980, my friend and I were eating burgers in McD’s parking lot when a guy in an El Camino pulled up and simply said “Hello, ladies”.
My Wonder Dobe, who was lying in front of the car, jumped straight up, snapping his expensive collar, and went straight through the car window after the guy.
He took off and the dog jumped free.
About a week later, a local sheriff told us that a guy matching his description had been grabbing women and raping them.
Don’t ask me how that dog knew but he definitely *did*.
“I have to admit that I found the story just a tad bit shady too. At least her agenda wasn’t lesbian in nature as she sure looks butch to me.”
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I also didn’t see any sort of agenda advancement motivation. The story is either true or, if false, then simply something made up by a lonely soul on Christmas eve.
A client of mine tried to break up a fight between two of her dogs. She had no choice but to go the hospital...TO GET HER FINGER REATTACHED! So, at least THAT didn’t happen to you...LOL!
I would have asked.
LOL
I took Seven into Second & Charles a couple weeks ago.
She was SO good that I almost wept with pride.
When I my hip suddenly gave out and I started to fall, she swooped right into brace me back up.
At home, she’s a total, loopy derp but she swaggered through that store like a dog with a mission.
[but she was a bit disappointed by the lack of toys]
:)
Yes, pit bulls are major dogs… my friend tells me that they were, not too long ago, a very nice family pet breed.
Meanwhile, my daughter’s beloved old Rottie girl died last Saturday and she’s looking for a new one. Like Pits, Rotts are potentially lovely animals. The nurse dog in Mary Poppins was a Rottweiler, for example. I’m suggesting that she go to a good breeder to be sure she gets a gentle family pet, but she wants a rescue.
Hmmm.
That’s a conundrum.
I can do a fair bit of meatball surgery but that *might* be a little beyond my talents.
:D
Yeah, I was lucky.
Their fight was mostly a power struggle of who could pin whom down and as I said, Seven instantly let go when she felt me in her mouth.
Bizarrely for all the sound and fury neither of *them* had so much as a scratch.
Human skin must be really fragile, compared to theirs.
I have met lots of snarling Rotts.
Within minutes, they were all upside down in my lap, asking for belly rubs.
Really sweet dogs who have also been recruited for nasty jobs they really do not want.
Good doggie.
Thanks for the feedback, Salamander. Like you, my daughter is convinced there are no bad Rotties. Her girl who just died wandered up to their front door one rainy night ten years ago. Apparently she had been abandoned in the woods…people just dump them out in the country and drive away. My male cat loved that Rottie girl; the two of them were so cute curled up together in front of the fireplace when we visited.
Meanwhile, the local Rottie breeder interviews perspective owners like they were terrorism suspects. Charges $1800 to $2200 for a pup, and you DO NOT GET TO PICK IT OUT. They decide what’s right for you. Sheesh. My daughter bought a Labradoodle from a similar breeder a few months ago, but we got to pick out the pup. Puppy girl and the Rottie were instant family. The Pembroke Corgi? Not so much. Corgi’s should always be Cardigans….
Been there, done that (or had it done to me). :^)
Hebbrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers (doggies?): for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
I believe some dogs might be angels.
Oh yeah ...... good doggie !!
LOL
What a good girl. She swaggered because she can’t help but know she’s gorgeous.
If I were a business owner, my place would be animal friendly.
I think it was called Shoot To Kill, with Sidney Poitier, Tom Berenger, Clancy Brown, and Kirstee Alley.
Berenger said it to Poitier after surprising a bear on the way down a ridge.
Looks like your friend got a good ER doctor.
When I went in with cellulitis the 1st time, I spent 3 hours in the waiting room, finally got into a room, the tech knew exactly what it was and asked what room I wanted in the hospital. 3 more hours and the doctor finally came in, asked a few questions, barely looked at me or my leg, prescribed an antibiotic and vicodin. Had me get a dose of the antibiotic in an IV and gave me 2 vicodin to take there. Then sent me home with a printout which had all the signs of when hospitalization would be needed. He spent less than 5 minutes total in the room.
The tech knew I was already at the point of needing to be admitted. It was late Saturday night, the pharmacy we use normally would open for something like this but they were out of town and I couldn’t fill anything until Monday.
On Thursday my mom said get dressed you are going back to the ER. Got there about 1pm and was in the hospital bed before 5. Have permanent damage to my skin that I might not have if that doctor had paid even a few minutes more attention.
Got put on a stronger antibiotic and morphine. Was there a week. Then kicked out (didn’t have even medicaid then) and sent to wound care. Wish I had pics when she took off the unna boot. That is when I learned the hard way that some fungus really like some bacteria and thrive. I’ll spare everyone the details but the wound care nurse said she had never seen anything like it in all her years.
6 months later it was back and I spent 2 weeks in the hospital.
Who knows how long the next time will be. Hope I don’t get VRSA or I’m screwed.
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I used to say I wouldn’t wish my pain or health issues on anyone. To hell with that. There are several people I would love it if they even had to spend a few days with even just 3 of my main problems. They wouldn’t be able to handle it.
She will get a much better dog from a good breeder. Rescue large breed dogs are frequently there for a reason. I have helped place a couple of Danes. Both seemed fine but ended up killing a smaller dog in their new family. You just don’t know what you are getting. Both dogs were around my cats and smaller dogs with no problem. If these large breeds are not around smaller animals and made to play gently when they are puppies, they are iffy as adults.
For any animal bite, I highly recommend seeing your doctor and getting a tetanus booster, just to be on the safe side.
One particularly nasty one a friend had years ago was “cat scratch fever”, quite literally, from a cat scratch.
Cat-scratch disease (CSD), also known as cat-scratch fever, Teeny’s disease, inoculation lymphoreticulosis, and subacute regional lymphadenitis, is a common and usually benign infectious disease caused by a bacterium, either Bartonella henselae or Bartonella quintana. It is most commonly found in children following a scratch or bite from a cat within about one to two weeks.
In rare circumstances, however, it can be very serious, or even fatal.
My brother is a veterinarian, now retired. He has told me if you get a dog bite to squeeze it and make it bleed as much as you can. Washing it out with blood before you clean it with disinfectant. I have had a few dog bites and that seems to help.
Well the saying is something about babies and dogs. If they don’t like you there is a good reason.
My Golden girl loved almost everyone she met. The only 2 people I ever heard her growl at was my sister’s then boyfriend and his creepy son who was about 8 or 9. The kid always gave me the “potential serial killer” creeps. My sister never liked the boy either.
Idiot married him, had 2 more girls and then divorced his cheating ass.
I thought my golden girl’s judgement was spot on and I treated the scumbag accordingly.
I miss her everyday.
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