German Shepherd Dog cheering for Germany

German Shepherd Dog cheering for Germany

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  1. I should have taken pictures of our one dog and one cat that did watch TV.
    The cat actually figured out how to change the channel.
    Considering the dog’s intelligence (he did my taxes for a few years), I suspect his paw was too big and indiscriminate to change a channel properly.

    OK, the dog didn’t *actually* do my taxes, but he was beyond genius for dogs. Learned new commands in five minutes, had the best nose I ever witnessed or heard of, was *smart*. Had massive behavioral problems, due to the previous drug dealer owners treatment of him.
    But, *beyond* loyal and creative in protecting myself and my wife.
    Said when I came home with my person and clothing laden with nitrates from high explosives from military operations. He then went completely insane.
    Still, he was a great dog and we were working around his triggers until he was desensitived.
    Then, I got deployed, re-deployed, then retired and contracted. He died of old age by the time I was able to come home.
    Miss the cat too. *She* saved my wife from heaven knows what, when three stooges invaded our home while I was at the store.
    My wife was raising a firearm (an unloaded one, due to firearms safety matters), when the cat leaped onto the face of stooge one, which was clawed horrifically. Stooge two was on the staircase, when stooge one fell over the railing, bringing both and a royally PO’d cat down. Stooge three followed his peers.
    Cat remained in the house, licked her claws clean and went back to my wife.
    I know the level of clawing due to personally witnessing the scarring.
    Two of the three stooges returned a few months later, leaned on my car, pointed at my house.
    I went in the back door, pulled out my Kevlar vest and helmet and came back to our neighbor’s step, handed them to my wife, instructed the neighbor to get behind her porch brick wall and discussed the issue with the two stooges, lacking a third.
    With a firearm aimed at the dominate stooge’s reproductive glands.
    Then, explained that I was the homeowner, as well as my wife. I did not appreciate his presence now, nor then, but *now* was what I was addressing and considering previous behavior.
    We’ll suffice it to say, he and his peer departed.
    Not very legal, but it worked.
    I also don’t recommend it for anyone that wasn’t SF trained and experienced.
    I’m also the guy who was in a gun shop and convinced a rape victim *not* to purchase a firearm, but to purchase pepper spray/mace mix. I simply asked her if she was *honestly willing* to point a gun and blow the insides outside of someone onto the wall behind him.
    That gunshop owner thanked me.
    But then, that was back when firearms were for *real* personal defense or for *real* sporting. Even military derived ones.
    Today is like Christmas or every other major holiday. Commercialized. Bigger magazines (forget if they’re reliable (thankfully, due to a theater shooting) and *better*.
    Shooting is about precision, not about quantity.
    Much like a good speech.
    The fewer on target, the better.

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    1. We’ve often discussed the wisdom of having even an unloaded shotgun in the house, or loaded with birdshot or something less lethal. But we live in a very quiet neighborhood. Now, if someone does enter the house with violence, they will have to contend with three cats and the German Shepherd in the picture. The German Shepherd is not to be taken lightly. I’ve taught her to bark ferociously as soon as she detects someone on the premises (most of the time, it’s the mailman). She then has two attack commands, to be kept secret, of course. And these dogs pack the strongest bite in their class. And that’s just the quadrupeds. The bipeds are good at self-defense, too.

      All that aside, I don’t know what I’d do without these pets. They really do bring the house alive and keep us good company when either one of us is at work/school.

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