The Calvary comes to the rescue
Why is it some dogs run and hide at the sound of danger while others have raced by my side? I've been close to all of them and loved them all equally . I had a dog named Snoopy when I was 10 who was not trained but very loyal to myself and my siblings. He was fiercly protective of me and my siblings, breaking us up when we were play fighting. My dad and I used to take him to the park and he would hold Snoopy while I went to hide and then he would let him go to see if he could find me. One summer night at dusk I went further down the hill (out of site of my dad and Snoopy). My dad was hanging on tight waiting for a few mins in order to let the dog go. Inexplicably, Snoopy bit my dad hard to make him let go and raced away. Unseen or heard by my dad, a group of teenage boys thought it was funny to chase me on their bikes and one actually hit me and knocked me over. The other boys thinking it was funny raced around me in circles. Snoopy raced down to the scene, knocking one boy off his bike and stood in front of me. I was once in the woods with my son who was two. It was the first time I brought him to the woods as the previous day I noticed some salmon fry in the stream off the main path and thought he would enjoy viewing them. I had let Big Dog and Shaggy off leash to explore and they went bumbling off into the forest. Suddenly two disheveled men came out of the woods, whispered to each other and blocked the way back to the main path. The hair on the neck stood up and I knew instinctively I was in danger and grabbed my sons hand but had no where to run as surrounding us was thick brush. We all turned when we heard thick crashing in the woods. Both Big Dog and Shaggy came racing and Big Dog leaped over a bush and stood directly in front of me and Shaggy in front of my tot. Big Dog bared his teeth and slowly walked towards the men...they backed away and then ran. No one had spoken a word but somehow my dogs knew we were in danger. That happened 20 years ago and I still get the chills when I think back of that day. The most recent incident happened last summer. I was OUTSIDE my fence as I just started a walk with Snoop when I heard yelling and screaming. At first thinking it was two boys fooling around and then I heard my fence being kicked in. As I was unable to see over the fence and not yet at the corner I couldn't see who was doing it but yelled out"Hey stop kicking my fence". As I got to the corner I stopped in my tracks as it was a singular young man in the throes of what I can only describe as pychosis or a drug induced state. I had just recertified my Non Crisis Intervension course through my work and knew enough not to say anything further to agitate him. He was pulling his hair, screaming, and kicking my fence. He sees me and suddenly his rage is now against me. YOU>>.he screams &&^*%$%^ I'll teach you.... He had what I thought was tin foil in his hands and when he raced towards me ...Snoop who had been sitting quietly by my side when I stopped...suddenly let out a ROAR. A sound I've never heard from him before and really did resemble a lions roar. It snapped me out of my freeze and shocked the guy who I think at that point hadn't yet noticed him, he dropped the "tin foil" and ran away...screaming down the street. I looked down and saw the tin foil was a pair of scissors. Yikes....I get the willies thinking about how lucky I had been escaping that potential harm. Anyways those are my stories ...not that all my dogs have been heros...and it suprised me when the events happened as to what dogs stepped up. Big Dog was the goofiest boy that ever existed and I didn't think he ever had a brain in his head. His big tongue often stuck out and he really did have a bumbling walk reallly giving him the appearance of a goofy boy. That day he walked towards the men - head held high, slowly walking...I never expected it. On another post a member wrote about her dog saving her daughter. It was an amazing and heartwarming story. Do you guys have a story to share about one of your past or present furkids that have saved you from harm. I'd love to hear it! |
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| Those are great stories Marianne. Thank you for sharing them with us. |
| Wonderful stories but do you mean cavalry or calvary? Both apply. |
Great stories, but that is a LOT to happen to you!!!  Maybe you should let someone else have that "excitement" in their lives for a bit  |
| Wow Marianne! |
| >>Reminds self to not write when over tired as my spelling is awful then. (Then again, I'm always exhausted) Yup, my fingers are faster than my brain sometimes....calvary, cavalry...oh sheesh... I also noticed so many typos in my post...but only after the fact and too late to change them. Just proves I'm Jill of all Trades but Master of None as one of my jobs once was to teach Advanced English Grammar..oh yuck! I also majored in Criminology and spent time riding in police cars doing research, worked at the court house, the Remand Center, going into lockup to interview, and speaking to victims of crime. Now those stories are exciting but overall I think my "normal life" is not that exciting unless you talk about Pets! Thanks for the comments! I was including all the dogs I've had since birth to now, and I'm old. So that not only includes a lot of dogs (aprox 14) but only 4 dog stories over a long span of time. Although Panda, has stepped up to helping my son when he seizured that one time. I always worried about going out for walks in the deep woods with only one dog and felt relatively safe with two. However, it was dumb of me to bring my small son to the woods that time no matter what the circumstances. Luckily the outcome was good but as you can see I still get the willies when I think of that day. As for the boy that hit me on his bike when I was 10. He was going full speed when he knocked me over and caused extensive bruising on my leg. He was about 15/16 at the time and laughed when he did it.( A psychopath in the making.) Years later, as an adult, he joined a biker gang and finally ended up in jail for homicide. I'm glad Snoopy knocked him off his bike!  Anyhow I'm rambling as usual but I really wanted to hear some of your stories. Come on guys! |
| Don't sweat it.......I have to sound it out too........cav......cal....... Typos are a good excuse for misspellings......brain knows but fingers don't. And of course eyes get too lazy to talk to the brain during reread. The other day I sent in a reply to a question at 3 a.m.........couldn't sleep.....and as I reread my answer I swear I was drunk. But since we are all friends here  we over look. I just thought how appropriate in your post.........doggies were channeling both: Cav and Cal. |
| I have one. Our first sheepie, BRANDON (He used all caps), was snoozing in the kitchen while I was preparing dinner one snowy day. Hubby had just WALKED home from a minor surgical procedure and was zonked out in the bedroom. We had just put our house on the market a day or two earlier. An agent who had a possible buyer wanted to preview our home that morning at ten. He never showed, called, or returned our calls. I had given up on him and was making dinner almost eight hours later. Suddenly our back door flew open and he and another man walked in without knocking. I managed to shout, "What the..." in the time it took BRANDON to run over to him, rear up, snarl and snap at the man's throat. He didn't connect but he scared the cr@p out of the guy who got mad at me after. I told him that since he had just trespassed in my house he had all that coming and then some. And I asked him if he made a habit of walking into strangers' homes without knocking. I don't think the guy intended to hurt me, but BRANDON didn't hesitate to protect me from two very large intruders. Hubby slept through the ruckus, and it goes without sayng...the agent decided not to show our house to his client after all. I just hope he learned something that day. After the men left BRANDON got a whole handful of cookies...and some of Daddy's dinner, too. |
| Panda always expected ME to protect HER....however, she did have a deep bond with a friend of mines little girl, Alex.... Panda followed Alex everywhere and Alex followed Panda everywhere. They rolled all over the floor together, Alex would whisper in Panda's ear and I swore Panda understood what Alex was saying... If we went to the park, Panda would not let anyone near Alex unless Alex said it was okay..Panda followed Alex thru the obstacle course and up and down the slide. Alex would fall asleep with her thumb in her mouth holding her blankie and her other hand rubbing Panda's ear...Panda wouldnt move away until Alex fell sound asleep..  As sweet as it was, I was always a little jealous that Panda had such a connection with a child that she didnt see that often..lol.... |
| Nanny dogs. |
| Dogs are amazing creatures!!! And Marianne, with the amount of things that have happened to you, YOU should promise us all you will never be without a dog, ever! Or at least two! Haha. |
| yep marianne, bridget's right. i'm still shopping for bullet-proof houndstooth jackets for you and the dogs.   |
| When i think of stories like this, it always reminds me of my first dog indo. I was 17 when i got her and she was not treated very well by her previous owner because of that she never really warmed up to anyone but me. She saved me in more than one way. I was living in a little town outside olympia,wa and it was known for having a problem with illegal mexicans. Mostly ones that sold/did drugs. I was 18 at the time and always had her with me. I stopped by a gas station in the middle of town. I was putting oil in my car and 8-9 men came over and pushed me away from my car. One of the men leaned down to look inside the car and from 10 ft away i could hear her teeth hit the window. She was throwing herself up against the window trying to brake through it. I started pushing back and screaming, got to my car and went to open the door and they took off running. Later i found out that a group of 7-10 men where abducting young women and raping them, in daylight. If indo wasnt there, i dont think it would have had the same outcome. |
| Thank you Tracie, Darcy and Annastacia for sharing your stories. Tracie when I read your story I found myself getting upset at the nerve of the realtor! I can only imagine how shocking it must have been when he arrived at your home. Yeah! to brave Brandon! I know that he must have picked up your 'vibe" of shock and was ready to defend you. Darcy- What a heartwarming story - thanks for sharing it. Annastascia - Wow that must have been truly scary when it happened and so glad Indo was there or as you mentioned the outcome could have been far different. No doubt the incidence left you shaking and also so proud of your dog. Thank you for sharing this story. Marianne |
Wow! Those are some great stories! And like Darcy, my sheepdogs have always looked to me for protection.  None of mine had ever met a stranger. Fortunately, I've never had the occasion for them to have to protect me.Cindy |
Pooh Bear was very protective also. He had a talent to sniff out people who were alcoholics and were on drugs, even when they were sober at the time ....he snarled and growled at them...didn't like them at all. I was amazed he could sense this. Now Angus  on the otherhand.......loves everyone and everything. He isn't 2 yet so I think there is alot of growing up for him to do! |
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