Cowpuncher
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Another dog story.
We lived in California during my career with a major oil company.
Most of the back yards in California are about ten feet square unless the ground is not good for anything else. Our house was on a hillside and when we went outside, we overlooked the yard in the house next door.
Some new neighbors from India moved in - he was an engineer with Bechtel Corporation. They had some sort of a cur dog that was a real pain. Every time I went into the back yard, the dog would start barking and wouldn't stop until I went back inside. The neighbors would even be in the yard and never did anything to keep their dog quiet. This became very irritating after a few months. Talks with the neighbors were ignored.
I finally went out and bought an air rifle. We had a retaining wall that provided pretty good cover so every time I went out, I took the air rifle and shot that miserable barking cur. In a couple of weeks time, the problem was solved - when I went out back, the dog scurried into the garage and didn't come out until I was back inside. Problem solved, but it really had been pretty good sport shooting that miserable cur and I missed it.
One day, the neighbors had a patio party. There were about 40 people there and here comes the cur looking up at me like "what are you going to do now, wise guy?" He was walking around the yard with impunity - or sol he thought. I carefully concealed myself behind the retaining wall and waited my chance. All the people were just behind a wall and the cur was about two feet away from his owner when I popped him. He let out a yelp and the owner says "Poopsie, what is the matter?." They never figured it out.
One day, the neighbor comes to the door and wants to borrow a "spanner", apparently a wrench, to remove a starter from a car. I went into his garage to assess what kind of a wrench he needed.
Lo and behold, there must have been 50 BBs laying around on the floor of his garage, mostly close to the walk door where I had been practicing my sharpshooting skills.
Believe it or not, he never even noticed or wondered where those had come from. Talk about unaware!!
Just so you won't think I am cruel, that dog bit several young kids in the neighborhood. He should have been put down, but I kept him pretty well pinned down.
By the way, those folks were unusual. They put a spinkler system in and left the pipes ON TOP OF THE GROUND. Where they crossed a sidewalk, the pipes were on top and you had to be careful where you walked. The fact that he was an engineer with Bechtel building refineries and major chemical plants always concerned me.
We lived in California during my career with a major oil company.
Most of the back yards in California are about ten feet square unless the ground is not good for anything else. Our house was on a hillside and when we went outside, we overlooked the yard in the house next door.
Some new neighbors from India moved in - he was an engineer with Bechtel Corporation. They had some sort of a cur dog that was a real pain. Every time I went into the back yard, the dog would start barking and wouldn't stop until I went back inside. The neighbors would even be in the yard and never did anything to keep their dog quiet. This became very irritating after a few months. Talks with the neighbors were ignored.
I finally went out and bought an air rifle. We had a retaining wall that provided pretty good cover so every time I went out, I took the air rifle and shot that miserable barking cur. In a couple of weeks time, the problem was solved - when I went out back, the dog scurried into the garage and didn't come out until I was back inside. Problem solved, but it really had been pretty good sport shooting that miserable cur and I missed it.
One day, the neighbors had a patio party. There were about 40 people there and here comes the cur looking up at me like "what are you going to do now, wise guy?" He was walking around the yard with impunity - or sol he thought. I carefully concealed myself behind the retaining wall and waited my chance. All the people were just behind a wall and the cur was about two feet away from his owner when I popped him. He let out a yelp and the owner says "Poopsie, what is the matter?." They never figured it out.
One day, the neighbor comes to the door and wants to borrow a "spanner", apparently a wrench, to remove a starter from a car. I went into his garage to assess what kind of a wrench he needed.
Lo and behold, there must have been 50 BBs laying around on the floor of his garage, mostly close to the walk door where I had been practicing my sharpshooting skills.
Believe it or not, he never even noticed or wondered where those had come from. Talk about unaware!!
Just so you won't think I am cruel, that dog bit several young kids in the neighborhood. He should have been put down, but I kept him pretty well pinned down.
By the way, those folks were unusual. They put a spinkler system in and left the pipes ON TOP OF THE GROUND. Where they crossed a sidewalk, the pipes were on top and you had to be careful where you walked. The fact that he was an engineer with Bechtel building refineries and major chemical plants always concerned me.