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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: SSG Snuggle Bunny on February 21, 2013, 06:37:29 PM
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Sugarcoated (4,661 posts)
A man in PA shoots 2 family dogs who wander onto his sheep farm
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I hope, if any good can come from this, it will highlight the psycho gun-worshiper-nuts and how insane they, and the gun laws are, and common sense laws will prevail.
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Much back and forth about family pet vs. farmer's livestock but then there's this exchange:
slackmaster (59,445 posts)
55. No, dogs get out when their owners don't secure them properly.
It's negligence.
Sugarcoated (4,661 posts)
62. Or when a kid leaves a door ajar in the home
That's not negligence, that's life. Mistakes happen, that's why extreme laws don't always cut it.
Did you read that?
"...extreme laws don't always cut it."
Let's revisit the OP:
I hope, if any good can come from this, it will highlight the psycho gun-worshiper-nuts and how insane they, and the gun laws are, and common sense laws will prevail.
And from there it's on to:
Drale (6,983 posts)
3. Piece of shit
The dogs owners should now be able to shot this man on sight. It seems only an eye for an eye is going to make this idiots think twice before they do something morally and legally wrong.
Cali_Democrat (13,825 posts)
53. I think 1 dog is worth more than 1 gun nut n/t
upaloopa (1,331 posts)
12. It doesn't pain you. Don't bullshit us.
I know your kind.
And it goes on like that.
REMEMBER: Gun owners are the irrational, hostile, violence prone element of society. Gun grabbers just want whats best for a peaceable society.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/10022410618
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But when the pair escaped from their Chester Springs yard last week, a neighbor found them chasing his sheep, and shot the two dogs in the head.
Is this rocket science here?
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Total bullshit! When I go in homes that have dogs and they are savage I carry a 21 inch pipe wrench and if they give me shit I crush their skulls. End of story!
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Another neighbor, Bob Boden, tells NBC10 that a few months ago several of his sheep and llamas were killed by two pit bulls, which Pilotti also shot and killed.
http://www.delcotimes.com/articles/2013/02/21/news/doc512640f077e83398311935.txt?viewmode=fullstory
Hey sugarcoated (definite potential for DOTY) - it appears loose dogs are a problem to these farms. Irresponsible dog owner is fully responsible for those dogs being shot. No one else.
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If I was ever sure of a DUmmy being a mole, slackmaster is it.
He lives in San Diego, so Nads should investigate.
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My daughter used to raise market lambs for 4H.
Neighbor continuosly ignored our requests that they keep Rover at home.
Rover chewed up one of the lambs one day. Rover disappeared within a week.
Gee, I wonder where Rover went?
There were a couple others, too.
I have no love for free ranging "pets". None.
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Buzz Clik (26,677 posts)
31. A dog is a pet. The sheep were the neighbors' life and dinner on the table.
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I cannot even fathom why anyone would consider that act unjustified.
joeybee12 (40,625 posts)
39. Maybe they can because they're not assholes
If this was a continual problem, it would have been justified...it was not in any phucking way justiifed...suck on that.
The above post should be alerted on as I find it to be disruptive, hurtful, rude, insensitive, over-the-top, or otherwise inappropriate.
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http://www.delcotimes.com/articles/2013/02/21/news/doc512640f077e83398311935.txt?viewmode=fullstory
Hey sugarcoated (definite potential for DOTY) - it appears loose dogs are a problem to these farms. Irresponsible dog owner is fully responsible for those dogs being shot. No one else.
Absolutely. And I am an enormous dog lover. I just went through a somewhat similar incident with my dog, other males and one of his ladies. He doesn't (didn't) tolerate other males around his females. He attacked one time too often and I wasn't there to stop him because idiot teenager didn't pay attention. Done. Euthanized. End of story. That is exactly what I would like to do to the idiot teenager however, I probably wouldn't get away with it as too many people know that I want to do him serious bodily injury. I am exploring my options.
If the other dogs' owner had shot him, I would be in full agreement. It's reality (D)Ummies. It may not happen on 4th and Vine at the Bus Stop, but it occurs quite often here in the real world.
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They've gone off of the deep end.
Drale (6,983 posts)
3. Piece of shit
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The dogs owners should now be able to shot this man on sight. It seems only an eye for an eye is going to make this idiots think twice before they do something morally and legally wrong.
jmg257 (4,127 posts)
33. Nice - is 1 person worth 1 dog, or 2? ****ing gun owners say shit like this. Sorry - humans
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get a little special ranking compared to animals. Even family pets.
My Dog is worth more than any DUmmy could ever hope to be. I'd bet the state feels the same way.
Cali_Democrat (13,825 posts)
53. I think 1 dog is worth more than 1 gun nut n/t
upaloopa (1,331 posts)
12. It doesn't pain you. Don't bullshit us.
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I know your kind.
cabot (257 posts)
19. You don't know me
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So don't ****ing assume you do. Legally, the guy had the right to kill the dogs.
And shove the "I know your type" up your ass.
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upaloopa (1,331 posts)
12. It doesn't pain you. Don't bullshit us.
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I know your kind.
cabot (257 posts)
19. You don't know me
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So don't ****ing assume you do. Legally, the guy had the right to kill the dogs.
And shove the "I know your type" up your ass.
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There's no one-bite rule for dogs attacking livestock. Once they've done it, they'll do it again, and if you see them actually going after stock it's not only okay to shoot them, it's what you should do. I like dogs just fine, and out here they are generally allowed to roam, but everyone knows what'll happen to them if they get caught going after a calf.
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The DUmmies must hate someone like me....
I take part in vermin control operations on large cattle stations (that's "Ranches" in 'Merican).
Meaning I shoot dogs , cats , pigs, horses , donkeys (the smart type of donkey - not the democrat type of donkey) and typically anything that's non-native and not-stock.
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After reading most of that thread...
Those people are nucking futs.
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Drale (6,983 posts)
3. Piece of shit
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The dogs owners should now be able to shot this man on sight. It seems only an eye for an eye is going to make this idiots think twice before they do something morally and legally wrong.
He's huffing again . . . :thatsright:
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Drale (6,983 posts)
3. Piece of shit
The dogs owners should now be able to shot this man on sight. It seems only an eye for an eye is going to make this idiots think twice before they do something morally and legally wrong.
You may want to check the law moron. The laws in most of the states gives someone the right to shoot dogs that are harassing livestock and then demand monetary relief from the dog owners for any damages. Don't want your little baby dead then keep them at home where they belong.
Neighbor lady let her lab roam free. He started chasing my mare and she sent him sailing. Woman came over and demanded I pay the dog's vet bill because my horse "attacked her dog" and hurt him. I told her the next time he decided to have a little fun chasing my horses she would be picking up a carcass and the law would be on my side.
PA law § 459-501
Any person may kill any dog which he sees in the act of pursuing or wounding or killing any domestic animal, wounding or killing other dogs, cats or household pets, or pursuing, wounding or attacking human beings, whether or not such a dog bears the license tag required by the provisions of this act. There shall be no liability on such persons in damages or otherwise for such killing.
b. Private nuisance — Any dog that enters any field or enclosure where livestock or poultry are confined, provided that the enclosure is adequate for the purpose intended, shall constitute a private nuisance and the owner or tenant of such field, or their agent or servant, may detain such dog and turn it over to the local police authority or State dog warden or employee of the Department. While so detained, the dog shall be treated in a humane manner.
c. Licensed dogs not included — Licensed dogs, when accompanied by their owner or handler, shall not be included under the provisions of this section, unless caught in the act of pursuing, wounding or killing any livestock, wounding or killing poultry, wounding or killing any domestic animal, wounding or killing any dogs, cats or household pets, or pursuing, wounding or attacking human beings.
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From the comments in the news story.
Brotherwolf KB • 3 hours ago
The neighbor probably is republican, a FINE member of tea party and a card carrying member of the NRA. God love America!
Tons of comments like this from this guy. Wonder what his DU name is?
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From the comments in the news story.Tons of comments like this from this guy. Wonder what his DU name is?
Takes all kinds they say. Neighbor had this beautiful male 18 month black lab. One day it got loose and was in my yard. I went out to bring him home and the dog growled at me. Refused to come within 30 feet of me, so I decided to walk over to the owners house and alert them their dog was loose.
Freaking dog walked with me but still keeping his distance all the way to the front door growling. Owner came out and called her dog in. I asked why a lab would threaten me , owner looked me right in the eye and told me that it is common for a lab at that age to act that way and slammed the door. Not a thank you or kiss my ass for taking a big risk to return the dog.
WTF, I had never heard of what she told me so I called my Vet. He asked me if the dog was neutered and I told him the dog had balls the size of grape fruits. I gave the vet the name and address of the owners so he could look through his files to see if the owners used him for a Vet. NOPE. I called the town hall to see if the dog was registered, nope.
This family had a couple of small kids and a toddler all living in the home with the dog. I do not know what happend but a few weeks later the dog was never seen again.
If I were a dairy farmer with 20+ milk cows and a dog were to chase them from one end of the field just for fun meaning no harm, I would have no resort but to shoot the dog be it a poodle or a herd of taco bell dogs.
Milk cows will dry up when scared or threatened and the loss of their milk for even 1 or 2 days, still births and injuries can become a huge economic price to pay for the farmers.
Some States have the 3x amount of loss to their live stock, that is one reason ranchers with dogs do not usually register their dogs or even put a collar on them. You shoot one raiding your chicken coop and causing harm or death to the foul, the dog has a collar, you can in some Small Claims get 3x the worth of the damage done by that dog if you can prove who owns it.
Nut's a neighbor breaks into your home to steal your whatever, one has the right to protect their property at gun point and shoot is threatened. A neighbors dog comes on your property and threatens your property, or distroys it, Holy shit, this dog was someones pet, it is OK to protect property from humans but hands off the PETS.???????
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I wrote this a few years ago about aggravating dogs......and a little added story.
A male racoon makes a good guard animal who'll keep everything away from the house. Well, there is the little thing of rutting season, when you or he will have to leave home.
25 years ago I had a 40 pound pet boar 'coon. He was house broken, used the toilet, and didn't mind taking a bath. He had his own bedroom, no kidding. I had three yard dogs and a cat at the time. He hated them all.
My neighbor had two big black male labs that were always causing trouble. Killed a neighbor's cow and calf, a couple of dogs, and always into everyone's trashcans.
I get up early to read the morning paper. I was going out to get it one morning, but those labs wouldn't let me out of my house. Then they jumped on an old collie I had had for years and ripped her side open. I ran them off, took old Dusty to the vet and got her sewed up. Didn't say a word to the neighbor. It would have been a waste of good air.
Next morning I opened the backdoor and there those dogs are again, showing their teeth and growling at me. I closed the door, and went to wake up the 'coon. He hated being woke up early as much as my ex-wife did, so I carried him to the back by a hand full of meat and fur on the back of his shoulders, the only place you can hold one where he can't get you. I opened the back door and the labs went wild—they wanted that 'coon. The 'coon wanted them labs. So I pitched him out amongst them labs. All hell broke loose. Half a second later one lab decided he was needed at home, and left the other to fight that 'coon alone. Two seconds later the second lab also decided to go home. There was just one little problem—the 'coon left with him, riding up on his back. I ran out into the street to watch. I could see the 'coon had him around the neck with his front paws, chewing on his ears and jerking his head back as he did. At the same time, he was kicking big puffs of black hair off the lab's back with his hind paws. It looked like a flooded car going up the street. The 'coon fell off when the dog turned into the neighbor's drive, and came home where I fed him his favorite food, Oreo cookies.
That afternoon I was in the yard when the neighbor turned up the street with his dog in the back of his pickup. The dog was sitting up in the box with 2 big balls of gauze on his head and stitches on his back looking like a map of the national rail system.
The neighbor stopped and started ranting, "Look what somebody's dog has done to my dog! I'm going to kill that dog when I find out who did it". Then he gave me the scoop on the dog's injuries, "His ears were torn up so bad that the only thing the vet could do was trim them off even with his head. And he has over a hundred stitches in his back. Somebody is going to pay!" I told him the truth, "I don't know anybody around here with a dog bad enough to do all that damage."
Those dogs never came near my place again. They would go a half mile out of their way to avoid going by here.
....and then there was this time the mother-in-law came to visit.
As I stated before, the 'coon was house broken, and used the toilet. He also used it for recreational purposes when the water was clean. He just loved to perch on the rim with his hind feet and wash things in the water with his front feet. Many's the time I've gone in there to find he had washed up a whole roll of toilet paper. He didn't like anyone using his toilet, not even the wife and me. You had to remember to close the door securely when you used the bathroom.
The in-laws came to visit, first visit since we had gotten the 'coon. I could tell the 'coon had taken an instant dislike to my mother-in-law, so I captured him and was proceeding to put him outside in his cage when the wife stopped me. She says, "oh, he'll get used to them being here. You just need to give him a few minutes." Mother-in-law chimes in, "Yeah, you should listen to your wife." OK, I did listen to the two of them, and even though I knew better, I put the 'coon down anyway.
After a long trip, the in-laws wanted a drink and a cup of coffee. While serving the drinks, the 'coon checked out my father-in-law. He was OK. The 'coon stayed under furniture and kept a watchful eye on the mother-in-law during this time. The 'coon finally decided to retire to the safety of his room.
Quite naturally after the long drive and beverages, mother-in-law had to use the facilities. The wife gave her directions, and the last words out of my wife's mouth were, "be sure to close the door good!" A few seconds later I heard the 'coon grunt like a pig, and knew right off what was about to happen. I had already jumped out of my chair when we all heard the blood curdling scream from my mother-in-law.
I, of course reached the bathroom first—I had a head start, remember. I already knew what was happening before I saw it. A sight to behold! The 'coon had my mother-in-law's big toe in his mouth and her pants leg with both front paws. He was trying to drag her off his most prized possession, the toilet.
Now ya'll take a minute and picture this. Three people rush to the rescue. There's now four grown people and an outraged 'coon packed into a small bathroom. One is an older woman sitting on a toilet with a 40 pound 'coon chewing on her big toe. She's screaming to high heaven and trying desperately to save what little modesty she has left. The second person in there is the young son-in-law-husband down on the floor wrestling with the 'coon, and having the dangdest time trying not to laugh. The third person in line is the daughter, wife of the son-in-law who by now has a very angry 'coon by the scuff of the neck. The wife-daughter has grabbed husband-son-in-law by the hair of his head and is screaming at him to "do something!!!!" The fourth person in there is a retired military officer father-in-law-father and concerned husband of the first party. He's shouting out enough orders to keep a whole division busy. With all this screaming and stuff going on, the 'coon gets even more agitated, and turns on his only friend in the world, me. He turns loose of the mother-in-law and bites me. This gives me, still down on my hands and knees with the 'coon firmly holding my finger in his mouth, a chance to back out of the bathroom between legs of the others.
You can about guess the rest of the story. 'Coon went into his cage, mother-in-law went to ER, and I went to the dog house. Because, after all, it was all my fault.
BTW The 'coon got a whole bunch of Oreo's for this one....LOL...."Good boy Rascal".
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Stupid DUmmies. In the 70's and 80's my dentist owned a 100 acre "ranch" in what is now Roseville Ca. At that time it was very rural. He had horses and a flock of sheep (50+) that he raised for wool. His son and I were very good friends and I spent many a day out at the ranch just hanging out. I got to see, first hand, what a pack of neighborhood dogs could do to several sheep. Mostly killing them or severely maiming them. Most had to be put down.
He shot the dogs, and every "right" to do so.
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I wrote this a few years ago about aggravating dogs......and a little added story.
A male racoon makes a good guard animal who'll keep everything away from the house. Well, there is the little thing of rutting season, when you or he will have to leave home.
25 years ago I had a 40 pound pet boar 'coon. He was house broken, used the toilet, and didn't mind taking a bath. He had his own bedroom, no kidding. I had three yard dogs and a cat at the time. He hated them all.
My neighbor had two big black male labs that were always causing trouble. Killed a neighbor's cow and calf, a couple of dogs, and always into everyone's trashcans.
I get up early to read the morning paper. I was going out to get it one morning, but those labs wouldn't let me out of my house. Then they jumped on an old collie I had had for years and ripped her side open. I ran them off, took old Dusty to the vet and got her sewed up. Didn't say a word to the neighbor. It would have been a waste of good air.
Next morning I opened the backdoor and there those dogs are again, showing their teeth and growling at me. I closed the door, and went to wake up the 'coon. He hated being woke up early as much as my ex-wife did, so I carried him to the back by a hand full of meat and fur on the back of his shoulders, the only place you can hold one where he can't get you. I opened the back door and the labs went wild—they wanted that 'coon. The 'coon wanted them labs. So I pitched him out amongst them labs. All hell broke loose. Half a second later one lab decided he was needed at home, and left the other to fight that 'coon alone. Two seconds later the second lab also decided to go home. There was just one little problem—the 'coon left with him, riding up on his back. I ran out into the street to watch. I could see the 'coon had him around the neck with his front paws, chewing on his ears and jerking his head back as he did. At the same time, he was kicking big puffs of black hair off the lab's back with his hind paws. It looked like a flooded car going up the street. The 'coon fell off when the dog turned into the neighbor's drive, and came home where I fed him his favorite food, Oreo cookies.
That afternoon I was in the yard when the neighbor turned up the street with his dog in the back of his pickup. The dog was sitting up in the box with 2 big balls of gauze on his head and stitches on his back looking like a map of the national rail system.
The neighbor stopped and started ranting, "Look what somebody's dog has done to my dog! I'm going to kill that dog when I find out who did it". Then he gave me the scoop on the dog's injuries, "His ears were torn up so bad that the only thing the vet could do was trim them off even with his head. And he has over a hundred stitches in his back. Somebody is going to pay!" I told him the truth, "I don't know anybody around here with a dog bad enough to do all that damage."
Those dogs never came near my place again. They would go a half mile out of their way to avoid going by here.
....and then there was this time the mother-in-law came to visit.
As I stated before, the 'coon was house broken, and used the toilet. He also used it for recreational purposes when the water was clean. He just loved to perch on the rim with his hind feet and wash things in the water with his front feet. Many's the time I've gone in there to find he had washed up a whole roll of toilet paper. He didn't like anyone using his toilet, not even the wife and me. You had to remember to close the door securely when you used the bathroom.
The in-laws came to visit, first visit since we had gotten the 'coon. I could tell the 'coon had taken an instant dislike to my mother-in-law, so I captured him and was proceeding to put him outside in his cage when the wife stopped me. She says, "oh, he'll get used to them being here. You just need to give him a few minutes." Mother-in-law chimes in, "Yeah, you should listen to your wife." OK, I did listen to the two of them, and even though I knew better, I put the 'coon down anyway.
After a long trip, the in-laws wanted a drink and a cup of coffee. While serving the drinks, the 'coon checked out my father-in-law. He was OK. The 'coon stayed under furniture and kept a watchful eye on the mother-in-law during this time. The 'coon finally decided to retire to the safety of his room.
Quite naturally after the long drive and beverages, mother-in-law had to use the facilities. The wife gave her directions, and the last words out of my wife's mouth were, "be sure to close the door good!" A few seconds later I heard the 'coon grunt like a pig, and knew right off what was about to happen. I had already jumped out of my chair when we all heard the blood curdling scream from my mother-in-law.
I, of course reached the bathroom first—I had a head start, remember. I already knew what was happening before I saw it. A sight to behold! The 'coon had my mother-in-law's big toe in his mouth and her pants leg with both front paws. He was trying to drag her off his most prized possession, the toilet.
Now ya'll take a minute and picture this. Three people rush to the rescue. There's now four grown people and an outraged 'coon packed into a small bathroom. One is an older woman sitting on a toilet with a 40 pound 'coon chewing on her big toe. She's screaming to high heaven and trying desperately to save what little modesty she has left. The second person in there is the young son-in-law-husband down on the floor wrestling with the 'coon, and having the dangdest time trying not to laugh. The third person in line is the daughter, wife of the son-in-law who by now has a very angry 'coon by the scuff of the neck. The wife-daughter has grabbed husband-son-in-law by the hair of his head and is screaming at him to "do something!!!!" The fourth person in there is a retired military officer father-in-law-father and concerned husband of the first party. He's shouting out enough orders to keep a whole division busy. With all this screaming and stuff going on, the 'coon gets even more agitated, and turns on his only friend in the world, me. He turns loose of the mother-in-law and bites me. This gives me, still down on my hands and knees with the 'coon firmly holding my finger in his mouth, a chance to back out of the bathroom between legs of the others.
You can about guess the rest of the story. 'Coon went into his cage, mother-in-law went to ER, and I went to the dog house. Because, after all, it was all my fault.
BTW The 'coon got a whole bunch of Oreo's for this one....LOL...."Good boy Rascal".
"Good boy Rascal"
I damned near passed out from laughing so hard! :rotf: :rotf: :rotf:
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I wrote this a few years ago about aggravating dogs......and a little added story.
A male racoon makes a good guard animal who'll keep everything away from the house. Well, there is the little thing of rutting season, when you or he will have to leave home.
25 years ago I had a 40 pound pet boar 'coon. He was house broken, used the toilet, and didn't mind taking a bath. He had his own bedroom, no kidding. I had three yard dogs and a cat at the time. He hated them all.
My neighbor had two big black male labs that were always causing trouble. Killed a neighbor's cow and calf, a couple of dogs, and always into everyone's trashcans.
I get up early to read the morning paper. I was going out to get it one morning, but those labs wouldn't let me out of my house. Then they jumped on an old collie I had had for years and ripped her side open. I ran them off, took old Dusty to the vet and got her sewed up. Didn't say a word to the neighbor. It would have been a waste of good air.
Next morning I opened the backdoor and there those dogs are again, showing their teeth and growling at me. I closed the door, and went to wake up the 'coon. He hated being woke up early as much as my ex-wife did, so I carried him to the back by a hand full of meat and fur on the back of his shoulders, the only place you can hold one where he can't get you. I opened the back door and the labs went wild—they wanted that 'coon. The 'coon wanted them labs. So I pitched him out amongst them labs. All hell broke loose. Half a second later one lab decided he was needed at home, and left the other to fight that 'coon alone. Two seconds later the second lab also decided to go home. There was just one little problem—the 'coon left with him, riding up on his back. I ran out into the street to watch. I could see the 'coon had him around the neck with his front paws, chewing on his ears and jerking his head back as he did. At the same time, he was kicking big puffs of black hair off the lab's back with his hind paws. It looked like a flooded car going up the street. The 'coon fell off when the dog turned into the neighbor's drive, and came home where I fed him his favorite food, Oreo cookies.
That afternoon I was in the yard when the neighbor turned up the street with his dog in the back of his pickup. The dog was sitting up in the box with 2 big balls of gauze on his head and stitches on his back looking like a map of the national rail system.
The neighbor stopped and started ranting, "Look what somebody's dog has done to my dog! I'm going to kill that dog when I find out who did it". Then he gave me the scoop on the dog's injuries, "His ears were torn up so bad that the only thing the vet could do was trim them off even with his head. And he has over a hundred stitches in his back. Somebody is going to pay!" I told him the truth, "I don't know anybody around here with a dog bad enough to do all that damage."
Those dogs never came near my place again. They would go a half mile out of their way to avoid going by here.
....and then there was this time the mother-in-law came to visit.
As I stated before, the 'coon was house broken, and used the toilet. He also used it for recreational purposes when the water was clean. He just loved to perch on the rim with his hind feet and wash things in the water with his front feet. Many's the time I've gone in there to find he had washed up a whole roll of toilet paper. He didn't like anyone using his toilet, not even the wife and me. You had to remember to close the door securely when you used the bathroom.
The in-laws came to visit, first visit since we had gotten the 'coon. I could tell the 'coon had taken an instant dislike to my mother-in-law, so I captured him and was proceeding to put him outside in his cage when the wife stopped me. She says, "oh, he'll get used to them being here. You just need to give him a few minutes." Mother-in-law chimes in, "Yeah, you should listen to your wife." OK, I did listen to the two of them, and even though I knew better, I put the 'coon down anyway.
After a long trip, the in-laws wanted a drink and a cup of coffee. While serving the drinks, the 'coon checked out my father-in-law. He was OK. The 'coon stayed under furniture and kept a watchful eye on the mother-in-law during this time. The 'coon finally decided to retire to the safety of his room.
Quite naturally after the long drive and beverages, mother-in-law had to use the facilities. The wife gave her directions, and the last words out of my wife's mouth were, "be sure to close the door good!" A few seconds later I heard the 'coon grunt like a pig, and knew right off what was about to happen. I had already jumped out of my chair when we all heard the blood curdling scream from my mother-in-law.
I, of course reached the bathroom first—I had a head start, remember. I already knew what was happening before I saw it. A sight to behold! The 'coon had my mother-in-law's big toe in his mouth and her pants leg with both front paws. He was trying to drag her off his most prized possession, the toilet.
Now ya'll take a minute and picture this. Three people rush to the rescue. There's now four grown people and an outraged 'coon packed into a small bathroom. One is an older woman sitting on a toilet with a 40 pound 'coon chewing on her big toe. She's screaming to high heaven and trying desperately to save what little modesty she has left. The second person in there is the young son-in-law-husband down on the floor wrestling with the 'coon, and having the dangdest time trying not to laugh. The third person in line is the daughter, wife of the son-in-law who by now has a very angry 'coon by the scuff of the neck. The wife-daughter has grabbed husband-son-in-law by the hair of his head and is screaming at him to "do something!!!!" The fourth person in there is a retired military officer father-in-law-father and concerned husband of the first party. He's shouting out enough orders to keep a whole division busy. With all this screaming and stuff going on, the 'coon gets even more agitated, and turns on his only friend in the world, me. He turns loose of the mother-in-law and bites me. This gives me, still down on my hands and knees with the 'coon firmly holding my finger in his mouth, a chance to back out of the bathroom between legs of the others.
You can about guess the rest of the story. 'Coon went into his cage, mother-in-law went to ER, and I went to the dog house. Because, after all, it was all my fault.
BTW The 'coon got a whole bunch of Oreo's for this one....LOL...."Good boy Rascal".
My wife damn near came out of the shower, hearing me laughing as hard as I was. H5! :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rotf: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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You're the man Johnny Reb.
I had to call my wife in here to read this one to her.
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I'm really surprised to read about black labs being so aggressive. I have a black lab and two golden retrievers, all three males. They are super friendly. I could see them wanting to play with sheep or calves, but I would be shocked if they ever tried to attack anything.
I loved your "Rascal" story Reb, he sounds like an unusual pet I would have enjoyed. Did you raise him from a baby? I see one in my yard from time to time, he is huge.
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I'm really surprised to read about black labs being so aggressive. I have a black lab and two golden retrievers, all three males. They are super friendly. I could see them wanting to play with sheep or calves, but I would be shocked if they ever tried to attack anything.
I loved your "Rascal" story Reb, he sounds like an unusual pet I would have enjoyed. Did you raise him from a baby? I see one in my yard from time to time, he is huge.
Any dog can be vicious, it just depends on they are raised and treated by their owners.
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I'm really surprised to read about black labs being so aggressive. I have a black lab and two golden retrievers, all three males. They are super friendly. I could see them wanting to play with sheep or calves, but I would be shocked if they ever tried to attack anything.
I loved your "Rascal" story Reb, he sounds like an unusual pet I would have enjoyed. Did you raise him from a baby? I see one in my yard from time to time, he is huge.
He was 5 days old when we got him. He was fun to have but I never want another one.
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Reb, huge Hi 5 for that one, hoss.
Dori, I once received a Weimeraner (known to be good hunting and family dogs) because he would get loose and kill deer on the ranch where he lived.