Showing posts with label biting dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biting dog. Show all posts

Thursday, December 19, 2024

KEEPING EACH OTHER SAFE

LADY AND ME

Lady and I
were trying to keep each other safe.

It was after dark about 20 years ago, and Lady and I were walking down the lane toward the house that Holly, Lady and I shared. We passed a yard where they kept a yellow dog chained up to a tree 24/7.

I felt bad for that dog, but I didn't trust it. It was being mistreated, and it was NOT a friendly dog.

Then I noticed no dog beside the tree!

I turned to my right and saw the yellow dog coming for us. I tried to get in front of Lady to protect her, but there was a problem. We were dancing around each other.

Lady was trying to get in front of me and protect me, too. In fact, she was in front of me when the dog reached us.

I didn't have anything to throw, so I growled at the dog. It tried to growl back, but it came out weakly. You could tell its heart wasn't in it. After a few more growls from me, the dog disappeared into the night, and we went home.

Animal Control picked up the dog soon afterward, but I hadn't called them.


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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Peewee and the crescent of dogs

A GENERIC BLOODHOUND

I don't know if this happened
when I was a teenager or a young man. I'd take walks around the neighborhood in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, and sometimes I'd range farther up on the ridge.


Dogs from the neighborhood often followed me, formed a pack around me and walked along, and that's the way it was that day. We were on the ridge, and this biting dog had found us.


The biting dog was at least part German shepherd, and he was way bigger than any of the dogs in "my" pack. The biggest dog and best fighter of my pack was Peewee, a sweet and skinny bloodhound. Peewee had guile and was a terrific fighter, but fortunately he didn't have to fight that day.


I didn't realize what was happening, but that pack of dogs slowly formed a scraggly crescent formation in front of me, with Peewee in the middle. One by one, they wobbled into place. I later realized that they were ready to protect me.


The shepherd looked at them for a few seconds, then sat down. He looked around, uncertain what to do. After a standoff for a couple of minutes, the offender trotted off. Strangely (and happily), I never saw him again.

We finished our walk unimpeded.


P.S.:
You may find the blog entry on Old Joe on this blog. The Bryant family had owned Old Joe, and they later owned Peewee, too.

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