My sis posted a story about 2 of the most dangerous chows I have ever seen on one of her sites. These dogs were downright mean. Beat by the owners not fed for days at a time mean. I was 10 and just learning computers, really learning them too as they had just came out in PC form. We lived in a lake house a whole edition was built around a small man made lake that my dad ran. It's didn't pay that much though because he was always doing something else. There was a huge untamed field right across the street where I would go spider and snake hunting. Mostly black tarantulas they are mean themselves very aggressive and can jump 3 feet! These chows came out of no where silently and proceeded to stalk me that day. Now I've never been bitten by a dog other than playing. I have a unique relationship with animals most of them like me or at least accept me. These two though were twisted, demonic animals if there ever was one. I was glad my brothers weren't there. I ran to the house to call the cops...
We have always had a ton of animals dogs, cats, rabbits, sometimes baby squirrels in the spring. One of those pets was a cockier spaniel, brown the color of her favorite thing mud. Now she was the unofficial mother of EVERYTHING living. When she was a puppy she had to have a hysterectomy and couldn't have puppies of her own. She knew it and mothered everything else, be it cat or rat or butterfly. While I was inside starting to dial I heard this gawd awful scream of the cockier in pain. I grabbed something club like i don't remember what it was and ran to the door. Ester; our spaniel, was there on the porch screaming to get in with her stomach clawed open and one of the two chows responsible eating on part of her intestines I believe. Before I could react to this, the bitch dog of our family came flying out of the house a white furious streak of miniature poodle. She had the offending chow down on the ground and dying within a second for two from a slit throat and was streaking towards the second. The second chow was wary however and ran for it's life. I yelled for Angie to come back and she listened pretty well for a ball of fury who didn't care about nothing but taking a nap next to a warm leg.
I ran to get my mom, if there was one thing she was good at it was good reaction and know how when someone or something was hurt. I grabbed a huge towel to wrap the dog it. She had made a call to a doctor friend and he recommended the best animal surgeon he knew. So we packed up the truck and FLEW i still don't get how we were not pulled over as we made it nearly 40 miles to the surgeon's office in no time at all. I waited outside shaking the whole time. Ester turned out fine she got sewed up and intestines stitched. The stupid owners actually tried to sue us over the death of their dog. My dad though was pissed and called his lawyer friend who had the power do most anything he wanted seemed like. Since my dad ran the place the people were forcefully removed within a couple of hours and the dog taken away. I was never so happy to see an animal go away.
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Thanks for filling in a memory I had almost forgotten. Of course, I had to have been only 6 at the time, but I remember Ester had gotten hurt by another dog and had her belly sewed up. She was a great dog if someone hadn't drowned her in our pool.
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