Wednesday, January 28, 2015

It Must Be The Day For Dumb Crooks...

Because in addition to the flying Bandito, there's Captain Chewtoy...

Ohio man says dog got the best of would-be burglar
A family in northern Ohio says a man trying to break into their home left behind a trail of blood after meeting their dog at the front door.

The family in Port Clinton says they were home when their 11-year-old pit bull named Mamma heard something at the door and began growling.
Pit bulls get a lot of bad press, the vast majority of which comes from improper training or mistreatment. The breed is no different than any other breed of canine: treat it with respect and love, and that's what is returned. Sounds like this dog was well-loved, and looking to protect its home and family.

Good dog.

I had to leave this in, because it's such a wonderful graf:
Tony Byrd Jr. tells The Blade newspaper in Toledo he heard screaming coming from the front of the house Sunday night and came out to see the would-be burglar shutting the door and running to a car.
Heh. I'll pause to let you stop giggling like a tickled hermit.

If I were a betting man, I'd say the guy trying to gain access probably startled or scared someone in the house. Dogs can sense that sort of thing very well, and this one reacted accordingly to stop the threat.

Again, good dog.

Many many years ago, when I was quite literally a baby, we had a German Shepherd my dad adopted from the local K-9 officer. It was named "Guenther" (long story), and to hear my folks tell it, Guenther was as lovable as the day is long, and showed no signs of aggression whatsoever.

Well, one day, my mom was home alone and one of Dad's friends stopped over. Being a cop family, right down the street from my grandfather (a town cop) in a small town where everyone knows everyone, Mom had left the front door open. Dad's friend knocked on the door, but Mom didn't hear him, so he walked on in.

My mom, not expecting to see someone in the house, gasped and jumped back a little. Guenther, who had been curled up fast asleep on the other side of the kitchen, hit the guy in less than a second, knocking him to the ground with his teeth firmly hovering over the man's neck. Guenther never broke the skin, but had Dad's friend so much as sneezed he would have needed reconstructive surgery.

It was immediately sorted out, and as soon as Mom introduced Dad's friend to Guenther, he was back to happy, lovable mode. I think Dad's friend needed a change of shorts...

Back to our story, good dog.

That is all.

Another dispatch from...
(image courtesy of Robb Allen)


Old NFO said...

Yep, dogs DO know who's been good and who's been bad... :-)

Brad_in_MA said...

Buddy of my dad's had a rottweiler .... Luger. You only approached Luger if you had been cleared. If cleared, the dog was a big baby. If not .... Sounds like Luger and Guenther were cut from the same cloth.

Brad_in_MA said...

Buddy of my dad's had a rottweiler .... Luger. You only approached Luger if you had been cleared. If cleared, the dog was a big baby. If not .... Sounds like Luger and Guenther were cut from the same cloth.

Jeff B said...

Some years ago, I ran a 9-1-1 call for a "dog bite". A lady had left her car running, window down, purse on the passenger seat for just a few minutes while she took some dry cleaning into the shop.

A would-be thief saw his chance and reached into the car for the purse. What he did NOT see, however, was the Rottweiler in the back seat.

So the lady comes out, sees the aforementioned thief with one arm in the car, wailing and screaming, and the dog applying *just enough* pressure to keep said arm right where it was.

She drew back, called the cops, who called us. As the scum was in cuffs and treated, the Rottie was laying on his back, belly exposed, getting much love from his owner.

Anonymous said...

Absolutely. GOOD dogs.


Will said...

Dad had a GS female. One day, one of his former students stopped by his place to talk about a car. Dad was in the yard. He walked up and put his hand on the doorknob of the screen door of the porch. She gently grabbed his wrist, he let go, and so did she. He touched the knob again, she repeated her routine. She did allow him to knock on the door, though.
Student was impressed. So was Dad, as she wasn't trained to do such things.
He loved that dog. Some years later, they returned from a cross country trip to discover that the tool shed had been looted. One car garage stuffed with equipment. That night, the dog was killed by a car on the next street. He was heartbroken. Never had another dog. Six months later I was there, and figured out that a couple teenage brothers on that street had been the thieves, and I realized that they killed the dog so they could continue to steal from Dad. I decided not to tell him, as I knew that he would use his frontend loader to bury the bodies on the rear farm land. He had asked me to fix their mothers' car, and I didn't want her to spend the rest of her life wondering what happened to her kids. They were worthless trash, but she wasn't. My getting to know the mother a bit was the only thing that saved them from being fertilizer. Still not sure I made the correct decision. He was never the same, and it may have shortened his life.