Whoa, what a story! And what a protector! Did the owners allow you to have any one on one time with him after that? Besides crawling through the hole in the fence?
Throwback to the past. =)
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MemphisBlue
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They were an older couple and had LOTS of grandkids that used to come visit from the city (I lived in a country town as a kid). Probably why he reacted the way he did! Lucky for me! [emoji4]
Mum was forever grateful so we dogsat him a few times and Id never miss a chance to run over for a pat (Mrs T made killer scones too, another brilliant reason to befriend the oldies and their dog!!)
Mum was forever grateful so we dogsat him a few times and Id never miss a chance to run over for a pat (Mrs T made killer scones too, another brilliant reason to befriend the oldies and their dog!!)
Ah, that makes sense that he'd protect you. He was used to children! The 'riling up' that you kids thought was creating a monster, he probably thought was fun and just wanted out to play.
we always had shepards as family dogs and I always thought I'd get one too. Beautiful and loyal. The neighbour had a doberman which we were told was nasty and keep away from the fence- but as kids we used to rev it up from the other side of the fence until it wanted to kill us :-D
I was walking, I think it was home from the park, by myself I was 8 and everyone else had ridden off on their bikes. I just remember finding a cool feather in the gutter. Looked up and there was this HUGE monster heading straight at me,. Mum tells me it was a rottie- I just remember the teeth. So I ran screaming down the street in the other direction only to see the neighbours dobie jump the fence and come at me teeth out. I still remember the fear thinking that dog was going to kill me because I used to bang the fence and laugh.
Im told by the lady across the road that I fell into a ball on the road and the neighbours dobie jumped right over me and mauled that rottie. It had to be put down.
Needless to say I no longer banged on the fence but dug a hole under it so I could feed it meat I saved from dinner. His name was Caesar. Never wanted a anything but a dobe after that
Great story!!! Thumbs way up!
Gretchen_Red
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It's not Thursday but here's a throwback. This is Greta, my family's first Doberman. We adopted her from a rescue. She was such an amazing dog that I knew some day I would own another! She was a tad over weCan you tell what led me to Gretchen's name (hint: my yorkie that passed away was Gracie)? I'm not sure if I have too many more options for me next dog lol.
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