Another post reminded me of what Rocky did. When I was living at my apartment (ground floor), we always had the screen door open to let cool air in. Well my cat Taco could open this door and always got out. Anyways, she ended up getting out. We looked and looked for about three hours and I was about to give up, when i thought maybe Rocky can find her. We took Rocky outside and said "Wheres the Kitty?". In about 10 minutes he had found her, in a parking lot three buildings away. MY HERO.
my boyfriend thinks its funny to tease Tsion as if he is going to hurt me. He grabs my shoulders and tells Tsion, "look Ive got Mommy!" then he tells me to scream. Well Tsion just looks at him like "Duh! are you done yet?!!!!" But the other day he came in, acting like he was going to slap me, And all 13.9 lbs of Tsion came streaking through the air growling and teeth bared! Emmanuel had to run through the door to get away from him. Tsion, my protector!
I've told the story many times before, so I won't bore you with the whole thing, but Benji was attacked by a coyote a couple years ago. He got it pretty bad. Before the attack, he and Ender didn't get along too well...they were like brother and sister. After the attack, Ender went into mother mode. She licked Benji's wounds, would bring Benji his blankie, and would not leave his side. It was the cutest thing.
About a year later, last February, it was really windy outside. We're not sure what exactly happened, but Ender fell into the pool. Benji came in and out of the house, trying to get my parents attention. Sadly, my parents didn't read his signal right, and Ender died...but Benji tried. A year and a half later, Benji still goes out to the edge of the pool and looks for Ender. Its really sad.
This just recently happened- My son, Shane, was out in the back yard in the dark and our 7 year old American Bulldog was outside too. Well Elih is so darned friendly that we have often wondered if he would ever indeed protect us if ever the need would arise. Elih was in one yard and Shane was in another on the pool side. Elih saw a figure sneaking in a suspicious manner around the pool and he watched. Then he saw the man run in the dark up behind my son and tackle him, and heard my son screaming at the top of his lungs. Elih ran up behind the man and sunk his teeth into his thigh. Unfortunately the man was my husband. Shane was screaming because he was being tickled. Elih hit my husband with such force that my husband did not realize that he had teeth in his thigh for a moment. Elih also quickly realized his mistake. I have never in my life seen such a bad dog bite. I have worked in a animal hospital, human hospital, and at the SPCA and this is the worst I have ever seen. He certainly sunk his teeth in with all his might. The bruising went all the way into his buttock area and all the way down past his knee. He had great difficulty sitting for awhile. I wanted him to go and get some antibiotics and perhaps a tetnus shot but he refused because of the crap we would have to endure once the hospital reported it. Well, now we know Elih will indeed protect us!
These stories are nothing special, but they mean a lot to me ♥.
My old papillon Gizmo, was my rock. Crappy things were going on in my life, and with constant fights between my parents Gizmo sat with me through them. Nothing special, but he kept me going. It was a lot for a little girl to handle. He also protected my mom and I countless times. My dad was about to hit my mom, and Gizmo came running, growling, barking, and frothing at the mouth side by side with my mom. My dad stopped mid-air. He knew me and my mom needed him, in that big old house, without a man. So, the little guy would sleep by the front door and go crazy if someone was there. We had someone wander into the backyard once, and I was soo scared. Gizmo alerted us, and my brother yelled out the window with his bebe gun LOL and the guy ran off. Gizmo had to live with my step mom (and dad) for a while while we were renting, and he must have known the crap my stepmom put us through, and the way she made me feel. So, he growled at her when she came near me, and one day he bit her. He bit her because she picked him up from behind, and got scared. That dog went through it all, and I still love him to pieces, even though he is with another family, which tears me apart from day to day.
Max, my current baby, has never been "heroic" as such. He saved me from being at the lowest level in life, to the point where I thought "What do I even have to live for, anyways"? I was homesick each day, crying each day, depressed each day, and I had found out Gizmo would never be with us , ever again. Ever since I have had him, I have realized he is worth living for. He is worth waking up for. He is worth never, ever leaving. And he is worth all the smiles. I am not depressed in my new surroundings anymore, I love my life, and where I am. I think , as long as I have him, I can handle any challenge thrown my way. He woke me up to life, and without him, I probably would have got involved with bad things and skipped school, I felt that bad. But he saved me emotionally, from someone I will never become.
***Edited By: siennalovesmax on 8/22/2006 1:36:14 AM*** Reason: Edit
My brother had a pointer named Dixie. I was going out our backgate and she got out. She was running in the field, then saw three kids on their bikes riding down the road. I don't know if she saw the drunk driver or if she was just going to see the kids, but she placed herself between the kids and the drunk. I like to belive that she knew that the truck was going to harm the kids, but she was hit. IF she had not be there the kid would have been the one killed by this drunk. In my eyes, she saved them.
We were at the dogpark and there was this neutered Wheaton Terrier chasing Mollie around. It wouldn't leave her alone! It was a...humping her. Mollie started getting snarly, but this dog just kept chasing her and mounting her. It was actually pretty funny (Mollie didn't think so). Well anyways, Rocky started getting really mad, he started barking(which he rarely does) and pulling at the wheatons collar. Eventually Rocky got the dog off of Mollie and whenever it came close to her again, Rocky would chase it off. It was like he was saying "Stay away from my woman". LOL He was Mollies hero that day.
We used to live in a groundfloor apartment. One night we saw someone in the shadows (at the side of the building, we were at the end) and Mollie started barking like crazy. She wouldn't stop, she just kept going on and on and on. We finally got her inside and she just stood at the sliding door growling. We were watching tv by this time and then heard the helicopter. (We live in a safe neighborhood, but there is still alotta crime, that sound wrong, but I feel pretty safe). The next day, on the news we heard that someone had robbed the gas station nearby and was being followed by the helicopter (we also passed 15 police cars setting up a perimiter in our area on the way home that night). It could have been that guy! We don't know for sure, but thanx to Mollie she scared whoever it was off.
If one of mine was in the pie, I can guarantee the other would be on lookout.
When Taco and Nacho fight (Tacos 1 1/2 and Nachos only 3months), instead of getting off my butt, I just yell "wheres the Kitty", and Mollie and Rocky race off to interupt the feud. Then of course they chase Taco around the house. But I don't have to worry about the kitten getting hurt.
These stories are amazing, I read each and everyone of these stories, something I don't ever do, but I love it when I read about a pet saving the day.
Unfortunatly I don't have a story to tell, except for when I was 2 years old, I was saved from drawning by one of our many dogs, name Shebba. It was all over the news in the front page of the tribune in Nassau Bahamas years ago of course, now I'm 33 well and living, because God put in my site a dog to save me from drawning. And it wasn't in a pool, but in the ocean, we use to live right on the ocean.
The puppies were in Tyler's room barking hysterically. I went in there, and immediately smelled the problem. Tyler had thrown a wrestler figure up, and it landed on the halogen lamp. It was on fire!!! I turned the lamp off, and luckily the fire went out. Needless to say, I changed the lamp out.
we had this gray cat name church. he looked like the gray cat from pet cementary. anyway, my husband was outside and was gonna take the trash out. church was beside the trash can, meowing at my husband. in the past church really never had anything to do with him. but this day he did. there was a copperhead snake curled up behind the trash can. my husband saw the snake, and the cat went on with his business.
I always joke about if someone were to break in Kaycee would greet them with the wagging of her tail lol, then a couple weeks ago was the first time Buddy stayed in the house while we were out shopping. I came home, unlocked the door and was able to walk right in without a single bark from him...ugg was I disapointed lol. Of course hubby told me Buddy prolly smelled me and knew there was nothing to worry about. It was about three nights later I had come home, just as I was walking up to the door the neighbor stopped by, not thinking; I opened the door and he followed me in, the second he stepped foot into the house Buddy was out from under the coffee table just raising he**! He felt as though mommy was in trouble. Of course I calmed him down introduced him to the neighbor and he was fine, he went right back under the table again lol.
My oldest son belongs to our oldest dog (boxer x bulldog x presumed pit). They spent a lot of time exploring the woods and marshes around here. One winter several years ago my son (close to 6' tall) fell through the ice of a small creek. It was shallow enough that he could stand up but deep enough that he couldn't pull himself out and he was beginning to freeze. It was deep in the marsh and nobody within sight or earshot. Peanut was strong enough to grab his coat sleeve and drag him out even though she is only about 50 lbs. now and was even lighter in her younger days. Thank god for those bully jaws and muscles.
Our other dogs are also heroic. They have saved us from possibly poisoned batches of cookies by taste testing them all without thought for their own safety. They have sorted through boxes of feminine hygiene products looking for possible explosives and placed them neatly around the living room for my ex mother-in-law's inspection and approval. They have warned us of approaching squirrels and cats. Who knows, they might look innocent but terrorists strap bombs to the most harmless looking things. They even prevented the dirty socks from taking over one day by holding a surprise attack on the laundry hamper before sunrise - the socks didn't stand a chance and will never threaten our family again. Our dogs' amazing deeds are too numerous to list them all. Even our toilet paper has been tested to be sure it has sufficient durability to be used as a festive holiday decoration. It failed every test but they gave it many chances. They watch out for our health by making sure our shoes are nutritionally complete and have good breathability..............
I've already told this story before so I just copied and pasted from the last post I posted this on....
I had a Lhasa Apso/Shih Tzu mix named Trooper when I was 9 years until I was 15 1/2 years old (he died of Kidney Failure).
My ex-best friends mom bred him (she wasn't very responsible about it but I was only 9). We were very bonded...I was their when his parents bred, while his mom was pregnant, while she gave birth, almost everyday up until he was 8-weeks-old, and everyday until he died.
Anyway, that dog was only 20 pounds and 12" tall. Trooper would protect me with his life. I know this because he showed me.
First off, he was always alert and protective of our house. But one day when I was 11 years old me and my brothers were jumping on the trampoline in our backyard. It was 3:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday. We had a weird neighbor that was around 70 years old and a male...he was a little crazy, mean, a loner, and a major pack rat. Well, the neighbor didn't like that me and my brothers were making noise so he came out of his house...bursted into our backyard (he flung open our back gate)...and started yelling at us and cursing...Trooper of course started barking (he had a big dog bark not a small dog bark) and snarling at him...I then jumped down from the Trampoline (because at this point I was mad) to confront him (stupid I know..LOL)...the neighbor then started walking towards me and Trooper ran from where he was standing and lunged at this guys ankles biting them...thank goodness this was enough to scare the neighbor off so he just left back to his house.
From that point on the neighbor never messed with us again.
By the way, my mom was in her room when this happened otherwise she would have come out and my dad was at work (he's a police officer).