burnt
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Had an interesting experience today with a dog that I'd just as soon seen dead but it wasn't really mine to kill. Had a streak of border collie in him going by the head but the rest was anybody's guess.
This all happened when I went to see someone who had called wanting to do business in the hardware that we make here. He wanted to bypass the dealer he was buying from and I had to explain to him that I don't set dealers up to undercut them by selling to their customers (which he is). That was a tough enough job in itself without having to deal with his mean, sneaky cuss of a dog.
Cuz when I walked up to his door, the dog comes up behind me and grabs my pantleg. Lucky for all that it was just my pant cuff and not my ankle. :shock:
Well this fellow, being the really personable type. :roll: doesn't even let me in the door, just leaves me outside and talks through the half open door. It's winter here in Ontario. I make it clear that I put ethics ahead of potential profit.
So after we had finished the discussion, I turned to go back to my van but had to get past this cussed dog. I said to the owner if that dog bites me again it won't be good for him. Oh, he says, that's good because he shouldn't be biting people! :roll:
So I knew that as soon as I turn my back, this stupid dog is gonna do the hit and run thing like he did on the way in. And I had nothing to hit him with. :evil:
So I just kept slowly walking toward the dog and he goes nuts barking his head off with his lips back in a nasty snarl just going ballistic. Then I stopped, stood still and just stared him in the eye.
He goes nuttier. I'm gettin' madder.
So while he's just slavering mad barking at me from about 8 feet back, I bring my hand up real slow with a finger pointing straight out. I point at his head while I'm staring at him right in the eye with my chin down on my chest kinda in a forward crouch.
The dog is absolutely beserking.
The owner is just standing there watching, what the heck is happening next?
We stand there in a stare down and after I walk forward about 2 more really slow steps, the dog cracks first and slowly starts to back away just bellowing his fool head off until he's about 50 or 60 feet away, belly right on the ground.
After I stood there a few more minutes staring and pointing at him, he was cowering pretty good loosing a bit of volume too. So I turned and walked to the van and he didn't move until I got in and shut the door.
Felt kinda good to deal with 2 mean cusses at the same time.
Because to tell the truth, that kinda dog kinda gets to me. :wink:
This all happened when I went to see someone who had called wanting to do business in the hardware that we make here. He wanted to bypass the dealer he was buying from and I had to explain to him that I don't set dealers up to undercut them by selling to their customers (which he is). That was a tough enough job in itself without having to deal with his mean, sneaky cuss of a dog.
Cuz when I walked up to his door, the dog comes up behind me and grabs my pantleg. Lucky for all that it was just my pant cuff and not my ankle. :shock:
Well this fellow, being the really personable type. :roll: doesn't even let me in the door, just leaves me outside and talks through the half open door. It's winter here in Ontario. I make it clear that I put ethics ahead of potential profit.
So after we had finished the discussion, I turned to go back to my van but had to get past this cussed dog. I said to the owner if that dog bites me again it won't be good for him. Oh, he says, that's good because he shouldn't be biting people! :roll:
So I knew that as soon as I turn my back, this stupid dog is gonna do the hit and run thing like he did on the way in. And I had nothing to hit him with. :evil:
So I just kept slowly walking toward the dog and he goes nuts barking his head off with his lips back in a nasty snarl just going ballistic. Then I stopped, stood still and just stared him in the eye.
He goes nuttier. I'm gettin' madder.
So while he's just slavering mad barking at me from about 8 feet back, I bring my hand up real slow with a finger pointing straight out. I point at his head while I'm staring at him right in the eye with my chin down on my chest kinda in a forward crouch.
The dog is absolutely beserking.

We stand there in a stare down and after I walk forward about 2 more really slow steps, the dog cracks first and slowly starts to back away just bellowing his fool head off until he's about 50 or 60 feet away, belly right on the ground.

After I stood there a few more minutes staring and pointing at him, he was cowering pretty good loosing a bit of volume too. So I turned and walked to the van and he didn't move until I got in and shut the door.
Felt kinda good to deal with 2 mean cusses at the same time.
Because to tell the truth, that kinda dog kinda gets to me. :wink: