Several years ago when Mrs. henkster and I were taking a walk in a nearby neighborhood, we were aggressively charged by a large dog. The Mrs. scares easily and was terrified. I immediately got between her and the dog and went into my defensive crouch and stared him down. He broke off his charge and retreated, but if he’d continued I was going to kill him with my bare hands. If dogs can sense fear, the opposite holds true.
When dogs made their deal with us 50,000 years ago, the terms were that there is only room for one master in the relationship, and it’s man, not dog. That deal has not changed.
“but if he’d continued I was going to kill him with my bare hands. If dogs can sense fear, the opposite holds true.”
“kill him with my bare hands”. Both you and I thought that and both dogs sensed we were going to do that. I think I would have exploded in some way when I got to him. I could see myself picking him up and throwing him but don’t know what I would have actually done. However, I think my adrenalin rush would have given me the power to pick him up. At that time, I weighed about 115 lbs. if that much.
My drive was to get to the dog as fast as possible. I ran past my son and son kept running to the house.
Well, you and I are both killers if our family is in danger. :o)