tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post3453163449443990440..comments2023-05-24T09:41:52.181-04:00Comments on Running In the Yard Next Door: Here, Boy!Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-59007445382458135582012-05-01T18:04:34.555-04:002012-05-01T18:04:34.555-04:00Wow. . . what a mean bastard you are. . .
Oh, wai...Wow. . . what a mean bastard you are. . .<br /><br />Oh, wait. . . wrong blog. . . ;)<br /><br />But hey. . . he can be taught!Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-2308973718901939182012-05-01T12:16:00.624-04:002012-05-01T12:16:00.624-04:00Many dog stories to tell, and perhaps I'll pra...Many dog stories to tell, and perhaps I'll praise your post with one of my own someday, giving you credit for the inspiration.<br /><br />Most memorable would be the vicious collie who attacked me on my bike every day while I delivered newspapers. I dreaded riding down that street, but I had a job to do...<br /><br />There was a mutt who used to chase cars on our street, including my car, and he was just a noisy irksome smelly pest. One day, I pulled out of my driveway and started down the street. Mutt starts barking and running after my car. I hate dogs that bark incessantly and he was one, so I had been planning this for a bit.<br /><br />I slowed enough so he could catch up to me. He ran along just to the rear of the driver's side door. I opened the door a crack. I slowed just a bit more, then waited for him to come next to the door. I timed it just right, swung the door wide, and knocked him on his ass. He flipped over two or three times and landed in a neighbor's yard.<br /><br />Now, that may or may not have been cruel, but I'll tell you this: He never chased MY damn car again.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-27952428544822389602012-05-01T12:05:51.750-04:002012-05-01T12:05:51.750-04:00Michelle - Packs of unsupervised dogs roaming the ...<b>Michelle</b> - Packs of unsupervised dogs roaming the countryside - YIKES! Those stray gunshots are fully understandable by me. . .<br /><br /><b>Bijoux</b> - It was the darnedest thing; the dog barely acknowledged my existence, just loped alongside for 15 miles and disappeared into the neighborhood. . .<br /><br /><b>Skip</b> - Guess nine miles just got it all out of his system, huh?<br /><br /><b>Flutter</b> - Yeah, what is it with the teeny mutts and their Napoleon complexes? Sometimes you just wanna look at 'em and say, "Seriously?"<br /><br />Hilarious story about Cuddles (just a little ball of cuddliness, that one, eh?)<br /><br /><b>Xavier</b> - Or your urinary continence. . .<br /><br />Good stories, too; thanx<br /><br /><b>Lime</b> - How do I apply for membership in the Caveman Dog-Bashing Club? Is the 'smelling' part absolutely mandatory?<br /><br />Still praying for you in these nervous days (and whether you 'apprewciate' it or not. . .)<br /><br />(Still getting your fingers acclimated to the new laptop?)<br /><br />;)Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-46645141250544700462012-04-30T22:26:49.384-04:002012-04-30T22:26:49.384-04:00during the cross country bike trek my husband and ...during the cross country bike trek my husband and i made 25 yrs ago the cyclists formed what was known as the caveman dog-bashing club. they were smelling pump weilding defenders of cyclist<br />s bodies agasint the attack of poorly controlled dogs.<br /><br />the owners make all the difference really.<br /><br />and thanks for the prayers on ym behalf. much apprewciated.limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-9977174077613407962012-04-30T18:20:20.305-04:002012-04-30T18:20:20.305-04:00I love me some dogs and hate me some bad owners. I...I love me some dogs and hate me some bad owners. It's always the dog and the neighbors that pay the price .... seldom the dead-beat owners and I say that with several friend and relative dead-beats in my life. <br /><br />My 2nd fav dog story is about the one who tried to climb the ladder whilst I was painting. Yeah, a 3/4ths full can of paint really packs a whallop. Never did see that mutt again ..... <br /><br />Fav story came when I was delivering papers and suddenly felt something wet on my hand. It was a Saint Bernard who'd run up on me and, apparently, was taught to take your hand in his mouth (gently) to make friends. Or to test your adrenal glands, whatever. <br /><br />And tested they were!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-35806606992425162152012-04-30T12:43:10.575-04:002012-04-30T12:43:10.575-04:00Mr. F. worked a number of delivery jobs through un...Mr. F. worked a number of delivery jobs through university and our early marriage years. And while he did tangle with the odd big brute of a dog, it was the little dogs that seemed to be the most vicious. <br /><br />He tells a story of one night finding a small mutt attached to his ankle and shaking it loose. It lunged again; his instinct kicked in and he punted it over the fence while the owner screamed... "CUDDDDLLLLLLESSSS!!!!"<br /><br />I don't think he got a tip.flutterbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17460436620025386593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-67249580979405292152012-04-30T12:35:29.913-04:002012-04-30T12:35:29.913-04:00I delivered newspapers on a bicycle for five and a...I delivered newspapers on a bicycle for five and a half years. My favorite dog story is about Smokey, our own cocker spaniel. He used to run like the wind if he got out of the yard. Then one day, for some unknown reason, I let him out and he followed me for the entire nine miles (yes, it's been measured), without incident. It became a regular routine and he didn't run again.(not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-37481271305798414492012-04-30T07:26:02.917-04:002012-04-30T07:26:02.917-04:00Well, you already know how I feel.......but 15 mil...Well, you already know how I feel.......but 15 miles is a pretty amazing feat for that mutt!Bijouxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05788630004051883635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-30180044882078355232012-04-29T09:54:25.365-04:002012-04-29T09:54:25.365-04:00Should say "leg." And I was about 7 or 8...Should say "leg." And I was about 7 or 8 years old when the german shepherd bit me.Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449788532742031864.post-72296281503179351962012-04-29T09:53:06.237-04:002012-04-29T09:53:06.237-04:00I grew up with dogs (had two of them) but had a ba...I grew up with dogs (had two of them) but had a bad experience with a neighbor's German Shepherd. Bit me on the leg when I got off the bus after school. It came around the back of the bus as it pulled away. As I walked up the driveway, it came right up and nipped me on th eleg, taking out a bit of flesh about the size of a dime.<br /><br />Don't know what's up with people letting their dogs roam the neighborhood. In the country, dogs get into packs to attack chickens and ducks on farms. It's not strange to hear a gun shot and know that someone's "man's best friend" isn't coming home ever again.<br /><br />About 4 years ago, a man was attacked by a pack of bulldogs that were going after his small dog. The bulldogs bit the guy all over his thighs as he tried to protect his dog, which I believe later died at the emergency pet hospital.Michelle H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10117937124348728578noreply@blogger.com