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I just went over to say hello to a dog today. The woman was walking him up to the building, he was a one year old….something bull. He took his leash out of her hand and tried to give it to me, then sprang away, clearly in a playful mood. He came back for some petting and attention. I spoke with him and her for a bit. I tried to take the leash he wanted to give me and she said; “He’ll shove that right up your ass.” I found that an odd thing to say but just kept exchanging pleasantries and petting the dog every time he danced back near us. When I turned to go he rammed his head into my backside and nipped the upper inside part of my thigh! I laughed and said “Well!” She said “I told you!” Another time I’ll pay more attention when a dog owner makes what sounds like a random sarcastic comment.

Years ago I had a bodacious hound dog named ” Ruckus.”
He was a monster Plott/Walker X Coonhound, beautiful dog with a voice that could make the piano hum and pictures go crooked on the wall. High decibel dog. Just say Wooooooooo. lol

He was a pet and never used for hunting, not our thing, we just liked the hound breeds.
Anyway, I digress. Ruckus had an issue with food stealing, no amount of training or punishment would deter hum from snatching whatever was in his reach. At about 3 feet tall and 5 feet or more on his hind legs, that meant no table or counter top was safe from his pilfering. He once swiped and devoured a 3 lb. pork roast cooling on the counter within seconds of me leaving the room. haha

Once when camping I took him on a remote trail and after walking for about a half mile felt it safe to let him off leash for a run. It appeared nobody was around for miles and as soon as I unsnapped his leash he took off like hounds do. Soon he was out of sight at a curve in the trail and I heard him baying at the top of his lungs. I figured he had treed a squirrel or something.

I went dashing ahead to catch up with him and lo and behold, as I rounded the bend in the trail there he was, standing smack in the middle of some peoples campsite howling like a maniac and simultaneously snarfing down entire plates of food off their picnic table. Chicken, potato salad, he wolfed down every plate he could get his mouth on. The poor people were terrified of this monster hound dog howling and gargling while voraciously consuming their picnic fare right off the table. They were all cowering behind their tent and truck.

I snapped his leash on, profusely apologizing as I backed away dragging him off as he continued to bay and gargle like a mad dog. I have never been so embarrassed in my life!
Lesson earned, no more off leash moments for him unless we were, absolutely miles from anything. haha

I have a great one. Just don’t feel like telling it right now, but I’ll be back.

I’ve got a good one to tell, but it’s pretty long, and I don’t feel like typing it all on my phone. But I will post it soon.

I guess some people here have already known that I used to have a dog called Milu (that was exactly how his name was written) when I was eight. I had a strong bond with him and I wanted him to have everything I had. One day at noon I woke up earlier than my mom. I sneaked into the kitchen and got the tin of powder milk out. I was a fan of powder milk back then and I was just enjoying my favorite food. Suddenly I turned to Milu. He was looking at me intensely. He was all like: “Hey! Can I have some?”. Well, maybe my childish brain was making that up, but I believed it and brought the tin to him. When mom woke up, she saw me shoved a spoonful of milk into my mouth and another into the dog’s mouth mechanically. She was horrified and dragged me out of the sight . The next thing I knew was that she was spranking me for eating in the same spoon as a dog. Milu just sat there looking, he was as horrified as I was.

When I was young, the kindergarten was a detached building (just one room) from the rest of the elementary school. For many months of the year, it was very hot, and they would just leave the doors open for air.

When I was in kindergarten, my dog used to just show up and walk right in to my class. My mother would then get a call to come pick up the dog. It was always great to have him show up – especially knowing that he walked the mile to the school just to see me (and my classmates, who became quite fond of him).

LOL @Coloma

GA.

I failed to mention that he also ate my daughters easter basket one year, stole a prized muffin she was saving for after nap time that we brought home for a restaurant one day and caused a major 4 yr. old meltdown. haha
We used to joke, my daughter being an only child, that she fought with the dog like a sibling. ” Moooom, Ruckus is staring at my cookie”, “Moooom, make Ruckus go lie down”, ” Moooom, Ruckus is on my bed again and won’t get down”, ” Moooom, Ruckus stole my Barbi.” lol

Our German shepherd, Dakota, has always been super protective of any animal or human she views as hers, especially of children—and all ALL children are hers She’s never protective in an aggressive way, just in a very watchful, alert way. You just know everyone is safe when she’s around. Note, I have seen her in action twice in the 10 years we’ve had her. Once was to protect her cat, and the other was when a couple of stray dogs threatened us and her other dog. She quietly kicked ass, both times. The first one, in defense of her cat, was by another shepherd who was quite a bit bigger than her. So her watchfulness is not an idle threat.

One morning, in summer, we woke up and it slowly dawned on us that Dakota was gone. We have a large, securely fenced yard, but she was gone. We could not figure out how she got out.
Then we got a call that animal control had picked her up, so Rick went and got her.

I had coworker who read a local online website everyday, and the next day, in the police records section, there was a note about a 5 year old who had run away from home in the middle of the night. He was found early the next morning “in the company of a stray dog.”
My coworker said, “Could that have been Dakota?”
I rather dismissed that.
However, the day after that we were sitting on our deck when a lady came walking up with her 5 year old son. She came to thank our dog for staying with her son through the night when he ran away.
I was almost speechless, but asked what she was talking about.
Well, the kid’s stepfather had been drinking and was shooting off a BB gun in the house and was trying to get the kid to shoot it too. The child got scared and left the house at about 1 a.m.
They lived exactly one block from us, and he walked past our house crying….and all we can figure is that Dakota went over our 5 foot fence. She stayed with him through the night. The mom said he found an old mattress in the alley, where he laid down. The little boy said Dakota just paced up and down in front of the mattress, then laid down beside him.
That poor little kid wouldn’t have been any safer in Fort Knox.

Amazing dog.

Another time, when my granddaughter was 3, she was standing at the sliding glass door leading to the yard, looking out.
Suddenly Dakota chomped down on her shirt and dragged her away from the door, though the house, and to the back door where she planted her self in front of the kid, and wouldn’t let her move.
We weren’t here but my daughter was, and she was going, “What the hell???? What the hell is wrong with you Dakota!” She started to get mad…then went to the sliding glass doors and looked out….to see a huge possum on the deck….

Ha ha! When my daughter had twins, it about drove Dakota crazy because she often found herself in a situation where she couldn’t watch them both at the same time! Like, once, one was sleeping on a blanket in the living room, the other on a blanket in the dining room, and Dakota kept pacing back and forth between the two rooms. Finally she just whined and laid down in the door way between the rooms where she could see the top half of one kid, and the bottom half of the other.

Oh…she was a trained attack dog when we got her.

^^^I messed up some of my picture links. Sorry.

I think I posted this somewhere else, but I can’t remember for sure. Oh well…

As you may know, I was raised in a small town, 500 population, still rural in the 1950’s. There were leash laws, but they were rarely, if ever, enforced, and everyone knew which dog belonged to which family. My dog, King, was a collie-shepherd mix. My older sister always said King was her dog, but he was always part of my adventures. He would follow me to school (not a one-room schoolhouse, but one building for grades 1–12). When the bell rang and it was time to go in, he would, evidently, make his way home. On the way home, when I was about two blocks away, I would start to call him, and he would run to meet me.

One of the neighborhood boys, well, let’s just call him Dan. He was a neighbor, so we spent a lot of time with him, but he had a mean streak, and he would sometimes take it out on us or on King. One time he was teasing King with a stick, and the dog did not like it. King growled at Dan, Dan started teasing King a little more. Finally, King decided he had had just about enough of this, so he snapped at the stick, and accidentally caught Dan’s hand. Nothing serious, but blood was drawn, so King had to be tested for rabies, which meant he had to be kept in a fenced-in enclosure for I think it was 10 days. There was a part of our yard that was fenced in with a 4-foot picket fence, so that my younger sibs could play outside without the worry that they would wander off, so that became “King’s yard” for the next couple weeks.

While King was in the yard, of course, he wanted to be out playing with us, and he stayed near the fence where he could be closest to us.

One day Dan came knocking, to see if my brother and I were home, and if we wanted to go riding bikes. I answered the door, went to get my brother. While we were getting ready to go, (notifying the parents, etc.) we heard King barking. We just figured that he saw Dan and was barking because he did not like Dan. Then suddenly we heard a “yip”, and a growl, like you might hear when dogs are fighting. We hurried to the door, parents right behind us, to find King at the fence, barking like there is no tomorrow. We noticed a stick on the ground, and Dan was nowhere to be found.

I went into the gate to settle King down, and then went back into the house. My dad was on the phone. He looked angry, as he finished the call, and then hung up. He said, “King bit Dan again. We have to get rid of him!”

Evidently, from what he told us later, Dan had gotten bored while waiting for me and my brother, so he picked up a stick and started rattling it back and forth on the pickets of the fence, and poking it in between the pickets. That got King’s attention. He did not like Dan, after being teased with a stick, and here was this guy, making this noise, with what might have been the same stick. King grabbed the stick. Dan didn’t want to let King have the stick, so he reached over the fence to grab it away from King. King wanted to get the stick away from Dan, so he let go for a better grip. Dan pulled it up toward his head. King jumped up to get the stick, and ended up bumping Dan in the face with a tooth. Again, no major damage, but blood was drawn, and King, being the “not-human”, was assumed guilty. The animal control guy (dog catcher) said we would have to put King down, or get rid of him.

What a sad day. Fortunately, we knew a family who lived on a farm. Their youngest, a girl a couple years younger than I, had Down Syndrome, and it was decided King would be a good companion for her. We sent King to his new home at the farm.

I heard a story about King after he went out to the farm. One day the little girl was missing. They looked all over for her, and there was no sign of her or of King. They called up the neighbors and the sherriff, and everybody was out looking for her. When they found her, King was with her. They were walking along a frontage road to the Interstate. King was herding her in the direction of the road, but was keeping her away from the road, out of the danger of traffic.

I remember visiting him once or twice, and he was very happy. I was sad that he was no longer a part of my life. but happy that he was doing what came naturally, and loved his new family

That was a tear jerker @Yetanotheruser. I’m glad King got a good home, and what a smart, good dog!