Good on the Dobermans; they were, obviously, a good judge of character.
“Good on the Dobermans; they were, obviously, a good judge of character.”
Most dogs are, even if their owners are not.
You can’t imagine.
I’ve thought some people to be the salt of the earth, wonderful people and several times, the Dobes instantly wanted to eat them.
The weirdest thing was when Odin saw my dad for the first time.
He gave me a nasty rope burn, whipping the leash through my hand, wanting to flat out kill him.
Twenty minutes later, he met my neighbor and nearly knocked the fence down, trying to lick him to death.
Obviously, I am a lousy judge of character.
I never doubt my dogs’ judgement, now.
No matter how nice I think someone may be, they’re seeing *something* hidden from sight.
:-\
Couple years ago, we were coming out of PetSmart, having taken Odin there for his birthday.
There was a guy trying to bum money off a another guy, who had his little son in tow.
While I was getting Odin into the car, something “changed” in that situation and Odin rocketed back out of the truck, and went straight for the bum’s throat.
Hubby said the bum/weirdo had started pushing the guy and the boy was crying.
I have no idea what the weirdo wanted from them but Odin decided it was time for an ass chewing.
I yelled “RUN!” to the dad/kid and they jumped in their car and took off while hubby and I got Odin reeled back in before he grabbed the weirdo.
I’ll never know what the heck was going down but the dog was having none of it.
Odds are the boy getting scared is what set him off.
He does not tolerate children being harmed.