"Good Boy/Girl" stories.

"Good Boy/Girl" stories.

I was just sitting here remembering the night that I first got my Sox. He was about 1 1/2 yrs old.
He belonged to a friend of ours and the guy needed some money pretty badly. He knew we admired Sox and he called us first.
Well it only took me a minute to say "YES"!
I had only seen Sox a couple of times on this mans yard. He took average care of all his dogs, and as a matter of fact, there was one day I even crawled the guy because the buckets weren't very clean. ( I can get away with this because I am like a mother to most of these younger boys)
So, anyway, he brings Sox over and explained that his other dog had grabbed Sox a few days earlier and poor Sox had a big ole hole in his lip and some bite marks on his head. I was most unhappy but I knew I could get him healed right on up. But let me tell you, his mouth smelled like a box of dead rats! Oh, that poor boy had a pretty good infection going on.

Inside of an hour of being in my house, I had him in the tub getting squeaky clean. No problems. He stood there like a soldier through it all. Remember he was not an inside dog nor had he ever had a tub bath much less by a person he had only seen twice.

Then I knew I had to clean that mouth wound. ACK! I was somewhat apprehensive to put antiseptic on it, but I knew it had to be done. I had some Listerine and I doused a washcloth with it and pulled his lip down and scrubbed that wound with it. He whined but never tried to bite or snap at me whatsoever. I know that it had to hurt.
Then I put Listerine on a Q-Tip and cleaned the Yuck out of the hole. Again, he was like a soldier. Just a low whine is all I heard. I really believe he knew I was helping him.
I continued to scrub that mouth twice a day for over a week until it healed up.
I just don't believe for one instant that just ANY breed of dog will allow a stranger to do all that I did to this dog. I wouldnt even attempt to do this with another breed.
This breed is definitly special and to me Sox gets a "Good Boy" award.
Lets hear your stories.

 

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pretty cool. do you have any pics?

 

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Tank came to me with a harness that was left on him while he was growing imbedded in his arm pit literally to the bone. It was a freakin' disgusting, rotten, putrid mess. :mad: The whole time we were caring for the wound, while trying to avoid smelling it :o we had to struggle to pin him down as all he wanted to do was kiss everyone! lol He was SO hyper and happy dispite the obvious pain he must have been in. Not one wimper, whine and definitely zero attempt to bite, growl or any such nonsense. His ''owner'' said he smelled for a couple months and he couldn't figure out what it was. :rolleyes: Not once during all that time with this ass of an owner did his temperment change. Even living with it all those months, not one complaint out of that boy. Gaud... I really wish I would have taken pictures of it because it was so unbelievable. He healed up perfectly and only has an ever so slight scar left from it.

 

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That is definitly a Good Boy!! They just amaze me.

 

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I've got another good one... about my girl Arez, Tank's bellymate. My daughter, whose six now, has Cystic Fibrosis. She's had a real rough struggle in the beginning. Spent the first eight months of her life in hospital just struggling to get off the IV and feeding tubes so she could come home. When she was six months old, they sent us home with her, on her feeding machine, hoping she wouldn't have to return to go back on the IV food as it was killing her liver. She had been off it awhile and things seemed to be pluggin' along, her liver enzymes were improving, etc... So we were home for about two weeks, when my girl Arez started acting really odd around her. She literally would not leave her side and just seemed anxious and always trying to get closer and closer to Raven. When I'd try to shoo her away, she'd just become clingy with me, whining, staring into my eyes, pawing at me, etc... She'd even try to crawl up on the bed with Raven and I was scared she was either going to lie on her or pull her feeding tube out but I just couldn't get her to stop and normally, she is obedient almost to a fault and very respectful of personal space once told to get, but she just wouldn't. Usually you can't even get her to stay on the bed as she's just naturally one of those dogs that feels they are ''lowly'' and don't deserve such a special spot as the bed! lol What was even stranger about it was that she was fine before this. We had been home for two weeks and she was totally acting like her normal self but suddenly she was doing all this. :confused: So after a few days of this strange behaviour out of Arez, Raven started puking up all her feeds and she turned SO yellow. We brought her into the CF clinic and they wound up readmitting her as her liver was going all wonky. There is no doubt in my mind that Arez knew something was wrong before there were even any outward signs that I or the doctors would have picked up. She is truely her guardian angel and now I pay very close attention to how Arez is relating to Raven.

A picture of Raven with her guardian Angel, Arez...



And just to give you and idea of how yellow she got....



:eek:

 

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^ WOW! Great story!

 

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damn , all great stories. pics would be nice! i have 3 apbt but i really dont have any good storeis. you think i would , one of my females comes evreywhere with me , even school!

 

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I had a nice bulldog in Australia, black with a bit of white, she was my first bulldog, from good blood but not really what the older gents in my family were after if you get my drift. But she was a gem of a dog, so they decided I could keep her as a pet since I never stopped bothering them about the dogs, and they wouldn't let me help with much of anything with the "serious dogs."

I named this dog Molly Rose, we had her spayed when she was 2 (which is one of the greatest regrets of my life even though I was too young to have a say in it).

She lived til she was 14 years old, and her hips gave way and I took her on her last walk (i had to carry her) and did the right thing for her even though it killed me.

I had this dog from the time I was 5 years old. She saved my life 4 times.

The first time I was 7 years old, and I was a country kid, I used to run around padocks barefoot and meandre through the bush like it was nothing out of the ordinary... now this dog NEVER showed aggression to a human being ever... not even a hint and I used to poke her, prod her, pull her tail, play with her teeth, she was my best friend through n through.

As I was jumping through the bush one day being a clown, she turned and bit me in the face and started growling real low and stooped down, super aggressive like - I turned n ran bleeding home to my pa and told him what happened, like any dogman worth his salt, he grabbed his rifle and we went to find her.

We got back to that spot in the bush and she had a 6 foot Brown Snake (top 5 most venemous in the world and known to be aggressive) in her mouth, and a bite mark on her chest, but she killed that snake good. We grabbed her up and gave her the necessary shots (we had a cattle station miles from anywhere so shit like that was on hand at home) she was touch n go for a fair while but she pulled through. Damn bitch bit me good on the face to save me from my stupid self.

Second time was when I was 13 and helping muster cattle through a dipping yard when a bull busted a fence from an adjacent paddock and came right for me. Molly to the rescue number 2... she went straight for old Fred (the bull) and got him by the side of the face and hung on real good, til he ran her through a barbed wire fence and trampled her. Thankfully my cousin Troy saved her in a hurry and she healed up from nothing but some superficial cuts and scrapes, only 1 or 2 needed a few staples to stay shut.

The other 2 times was when she was an old girl, the government opened up a "refuge" for the native aboriginals about 50km from our farm on government land. Now I'm not racist... but these folks were bad news, alcoholics, sniffing paint, stealing whatever wasn't bolted down, and since we were the closest major station, we were first pickings.

Both times I heard a ruckus from the dogs outside and went to check it out with a torch and a rifle, little did I know the first time the fella had a bowie knife and was creepin up on me, which didn't fly in her yard coz she damn near took his arm off before he ran away screaming. And the second time I walked into the feed shed and got hit upside the head with a shovel and she took care of that fella too.

I had to do what was right for her when I was 19... I considered myself a grown man by that stage, and this wasn't the first dog I'd had to put a bullet in, but it was the first time I had to put a bullet in MY DOG, I cried like a little baby, buried her and marked the grave with a headstone then got rotten drunk in her memory. Still the best dog I've ever owned even though she wasn't worth a shit facing hogs and what not, I woulda bred her all the same, and I couldn't give a shit what anyone thought of it either.

R.I.P. Molly Rose - I'll meet ya at the bridge one day girl til then run hard, run free :cool:

 

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Zoe & scooter ...very nice stories ...thanks for sharing !!! :d

 

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This is a real touching story. Anyone with a heart should shed a tear when reading this.

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They are some amazing stories. I especially like the almost sixth sense that the dogs displayed,knowing that you were healing them,knowing there was a snake and knowing that Raven was getting sicker. Much better than the shit you hear on the news,this is the stuff you don't hear.