Cowboy here. Have I ever mentioned that my wife could be teaching at the U.S. Naval War College? The imp is a pro at stealth, a wizard at making herself invisible, plus she fights dirty. No apologies out of that pretty mouth, no "oops, sorry," just plain fisticuffs.
We were at a local canine obedience trial, brought our pups along. Sar did a demonstration, a little flair on top of the ordinary stuff – sit, stay, down, heel, come front, etc. Our dogs follow verbal commands as well as hand signals. Sar had them heel to her side by scooting backwards instead of going around her, had them dance by balancing a paw on a shoulder, a few other stunts.
There were several professional trainers at the event, all challenged to take an unknown dog, untrained, perhaps unruly, teach it to sit/stay or down/stay. All performed well. After that, the owners were to follow through. One very young dog – a pit bull – didn't do so well. The owner got frustrated, used the leash to smack the dog on top of its head, kept smacking it.
Sar went nuts. Before I could react, my wife ran over to the man, kick boxed him in the chest. He went down, the imp snatched the leash, smacked him on top of his head. She smacked him about 3 times before I was able to grab the birbantella, haul her off the guy. Police came, ticketed the guy for animal abuse, turned the dog over to animal control. The officers took 1 look at Sar, that innocent face in place, had trouble believing the imp could put the man down with 1 swift kick. That's my wife, saving the world one canine at a time.
Got home and discovered Sar's hand was swollen. My frustration bubbled over, admit I lost my cool for a moment. Delivered a hard swat for jumping into a fray that was none of her business. Emergency room, x-rays, 2 fractured bones in her wrist. Promised retribution when the pain wore off. The imp shrugged then kicked me, got behind the rott, dared me to retaliate. Announced that I'd dump her twinkies stash in the garbage. Heard the gun cabinet open. Think we should unleash this sprite on our country's enemies. Sneaked up behind her, hauled her off to bed, made her beg for mercy.
Cowboy
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Good for her! And good for the police too, it's often difficult to get them to issue citations. Poor pup, I hope it gets a chance at a better life.
Sorry she fractured her hand, but glad she helped the poor pup.
Meg
Sar always does the right thing. You do to - buy another lock for the gun cabinet and then do what ever you have to to keep your beautiful wife safe.
Sorry about her hand. I like it when both her typing hands works.
Hugs,
PK
YAY for Sar,well for the defense of the pit bull. Pits get an undeserved rep because of a few bad owners. When I lived with my folks I had Animal Control on my speed dial on my cell and I did not hesitate to use it. Have not had to call in the county I now live in but this reminds me I need to get that number into my cell. Keep up the good work Sar and heal fast,oh and you might want to find a new spot to hide the twinkies. I suggest your OWN lock box! LOL :)
Cowboy,
THanks for the update. So sorry Sar broke her hand, but glad she was abe to help poor pup.
Cowboy, thanks for the update.
Sar has to be one of the best imps in the world and one after my own heart.
I hope that her hand heals soon.
If there is such a thing as an Imp proof lock, I suggest you get it for the gun cabinet.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul. aka (zealous voyeur)
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