That's still not the dog's fault...it's the fault of the parents who didn't teach their kids not to hit dogs.wolf116 said:Until a little brat kid slaps it on the nose even tho you told him not to.
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That's still not the dog's fault...it's the fault of the parents who didn't teach their kids not to hit dogs.wolf116 said:Until a little brat kid slaps it on the nose even tho you told him not to.
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He went after you because he thought he was protecting his owner/guarding the yard. You were lucky to be fast enough to be able to catch his nose with your heel. The dog was likely a big old softie but was placed in a situation where he was "guarding" the yard. Pitbulls really aren't naturally aggressive towards people.ValleyDJing said:A few months back I was on a ride-along and we went to the crappy part of town where owning a pitbull was like a pre-requisite for living in that particular neighborhood. Anyways we were searching for some chick that had violated her parole cutting through backyards and s.hit. All of the sudden this pitbull comes tearing around the corner of the house straight for me growling and barking, looking like he wanted to rip my throat out. I was so scared I almost pissed my pants, but I stood my ground (only cause there was nowhere to run) and put my heel into his nose as he jumped at me. Straight up flipped the dog head over heels! He got up and whimpering and made a beeline to to his doghouse. No joke. :crackup: I was like :rock: afterwards. lol!
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Bonhomme said:Dogs are very territorial.
What I always did (when I was about 140lb and way too skinny, mind you) was turn around sharply, take a quick step toward them, and yell BACK!!!! at the top of my lungs as if I was their owner, and about to smack them one.
They always went back to their yard.
Jack Russell Terrier...Frasier's father's dog was a Jack Russell Terrier. We have one...and she is incredibly protective, fast and would do the exact same thing. If the kids wrestle she tries to make them stop. She's actually my 16 year old son's dog. He got her when he lived with his father for a year. When his father assaulted him the dog attacked his father and is extremely protective of my son especially. She's not scared of anything at all. One of the neighbors had company over and they brought a pitbull with them that wasn't on a leash and was running around in our yard. It was playing with the kids next door and was a good dog being supervised by it's owner. Our dog was going nuts wanting to get outside and get at that pitbull. She's a fiesty little thing.Morphiex said:dogs are frikkin awesome creatures , if treated with respect and love they can be your most valuable ally/friend.
I read this news in the paper a few weeks back .
These 2 girls pretty young had this dog , they loved him and cared for him , he was kinda like the dog from the show frasier , i dont know the real breed name. But one day when the two girls were out playing with their other 2 friends and their dog , 2 Pitbulls came around and they were barking and ready to attack the kids. And the little girls dog then stood infront of the girls and protected them , now know this dog is really small and hes up against two pitbulls , so the pitbulls charged at the kids the little dog stopped them both and started fighting them , the kids ran away and got help , but it was too late the little dog had been hurt beyond repair and at the vet they had to put him down to take him out of his missery.
we treat animals as they are lower then us , our slaves. But animals have the capabilities to be more compassionate and protective then even us.
some of you will probably say , hey its was his instincts , but the dog had to have cared for the kids to be ready to take on two pitbulls. just shows that animals are more amazing then what we give them credit for...
What can I say? I'm pro like that!Wyldfire said:You were lucky to be fast enough to be able to catch his nose with your heel.
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Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Bonhomme said:Dogs are very territorial.
What I always did (when I was about 140lb and way too skinny, mind you) was turn around sharply, take a quick step toward them, and yell BACK!!!! at the top of my lungs as if I was their owner, and about to smack them one.
They always went back to their yard.