[xxxxdogdragoness]

You guys all know the time Izze saved OH from a herd of cattle Christmas eve 2011, then the other day I was visiting my parents for the weekend, we were being ready to leave & I went out to put something in the car I saw Josefina standing behind the rear tire she would look at it then come back to me, rinse & repeat.... I walked around to see what what was twisting her giblets & it was a RATTLESNAKE!!!

Also as you guys know I have been kicked by a horse in the chest/shoulder area went on a walk the first day after it happened & they both wouldn't leave me for nothing & today I bent down to fix my pants & they both came back to check on me

I would like to hear stories from you guys on how your dogs helped you/saved you/ or was otherwise a hero, it doesn't have to be this huge heroic feat, even the small things are important.

 

[Abbylynn]

My Doberman Tobasco years ago defended myself and my Children from an intruder who broke into my house through a living room window ... and that person was my X-Hubby! Tobasco stood in the doorway of my Children's room and dared him to come near ... he was ready to use force. Tobasco really did save the Children ... the X-Hubby had a loaded shotgun! I am glad he did not use it on the dog either!

 

[Pawzk9]

Back in the late 80s, 90s, I had a black tri Aussie named Cybill (Shepherd) also known as the Black Bean. When the Gaines events started allowing Aussies (at that time a non-AKC breed) I decided we'd try to get qualified to compete, and at just over a year, Cybill qualified for her first (of three) regional tournament, in Memphis, Tenn. So, we headed off down I-40 in the big old GM van covered with bumperstickers. Stopped for the night at a rest area in Ozark Arkansas. I loved that rest area because the view was so beautiful in the morning. But it was remote, and, when we pulled in deserted except for one other car. As we got out, this guy wandered over and wanted to discuss my cute bumper stickers. It was dark. It was midnight, and I was not impolite, but really didn't want to stand around and chat with this stranger. Went to walk my dog, and as we returned, guy was standing, arms folded, leaning against my van, smiling. Ut Oh! Still moving forward, and trying to figure out how to handle the situation, I'd never thought of Beanie as a particularly brave dog, and she was still quite young. But she went to the end of the leash ahead of me, stood up as tall as she could (and with about three inches of hackles to make her look bigger) and deliberately approached Mr. Friendly with a steady low growl. Suddenly he decided he really didn't need to chat with me, and left the van. We got in the van and locked it, and I went to sack out in the travel bed in back. Every time I woke up, Cybill was standing guard, watching out the window. The next day at the tounament, her performance wasn't all that spectacular. I think she was tired. But what she'd done the night before was worth more than a 200.
RIP Celebrin Moonlighting, ASCA/AKC UD, STD-d, HIT first USASA National Specialty, DWA for all legs over 195 and for CD-UD in under 12 months.

 

[xxxxdogdragoness]

Abbylynn that's awesome!!!!

@paws Izze did that with my mother when she was by herself (dad was working out of town st thr time) when she was staying over there. Mom some up with thr weird feeling she was being watched, she sat up to see Izze sitting at the foot of thr bed watching her, she remained there the entire night..... She was a good dog .

Like I said, it doesn't have to be this big impressive thing... As long as its significant to YOU then that's all that matters

 

[Leah00]

Aww...these stories make me cry.

I hope that my dogs never have to save me from anything, but it would be nice to know that they would. I think Buttercup will grow to be a pretty protective dog because the other day I walked around to the backyard and opened the gate (we hardly ever use the back gate). She had been snoozing behind the little castle but she heard the gate open and jumped up and started a low growly bark. She actually looked pretty tough too. As soon as she saw that it was me she turned back into her goofy wiggly self. It made me feel good that she got a little protective already since we've only had her since the beginning of June and she's only 8 1/2 months old.

 

[sassafras]

Once I was walking my old dog Roxy (a rott/GSD) along the river parkway, and she kept looking behind us and was walking slower and slower until she finally stopped. There was a guy walking behind us, but it was in the middle of the day and there's a fair amount of traffic along that road and so even if I had gotten a weird vibe off of him (which I didn't) I wouldn't have been worried. She didn't growl, or bark, or anything, but she just stood next to me and refused to move as she very deliberately watched him approach, walk by, and keep going past us. When he was quite a bit ahead of us, she resumed the walk as usual. This was really unusual behavior for her as she was the kind of dog who absolutely loved everyone. I often kind of wonder what was up and feel grateful that she was with me that day.

Once I was in the car with Squash. It was after dark and we were stopped at a light at a corner with a bus shelter. A guy came out from behind the shelter really suddenly, talking loud and really gesturing with his hands. I don't even really know that he meant to do anything, I had the windows up and I couldn't hear what he was saying so for all I know he was talking on his phone or something except that he was kind of coming at the car. Squash suddenly stood up and got really serious, just watching out the window and growling really soft and low. When the guy noticed Squash, he kind of came over closer and started shouting louder, I still couldn't really tell what he was saying except every so often I could make out "dog". When the guy got really close to the car Squash just let out with this really loud and serious barking that I had never heard out of him up until that point (I've heard it a few times since). He didn't freak out or anything, just barking. Then the light turned and I drove off, and he just plopped back down in the back seat like nothing had happened. Didn't really actually save me from anything, but I certainly started feeling more secure with him around, especially since I do stuff like go camping alone with him from time to time.

 

[KodiBarracuda]

Those ACDs!
When I was probably 10 or 11 I was charged by a cow, I was in the "fat cattle pen" (fatten up the cattle for slaughter) and the only reason they were in that situation was because they wouldn't take their calves, trying to kill their calves flat out, not nursing their calves, etc. Bottom line, they were a mean group of animals. Lady (with no command given or fear btw) ran straight at the animals nose and kept it at bay until I was safely out of the pen, then she ran back to me.

Its a bit disheartening to know I found me 'heart dog' so young in life, but she is it. I can only hope that one day I find another 'heart dog'

 

[momtolabs]

When I was 9 or ten I got my head stuck in a dog house(trying to get some kittens,lol), It was 100+ degrees out and I started to panic. I yelled for help but no one could hear me. I heard Snoopy my rottweiler(R.I.P) whining. I said "snoopy go get help" and he did. I don't know if he understood me or just scared himself. I heard him barking at the door and my dad yelling for him to shut up out the door. I started to yell for my dad and over snoopys barking did not hear me. Snoppy started running back and forth and my mom came out(Snoopy only listened to me and her most of the time). She noticed him acting weird and followed him, to find me with half my body in a dog house,lol. They got me out,finally and once out I was attacked by a 120lbs of slobbers,lol. I miss that dog so much.

That was not the only time Snoopy saved me. Well he thought he was saving me with this story,lol. I was around 9 months old(my dad tells me this story all the time). My parents just got snoopy and he was closer to a year I think. Snoopy was down stairs in the living room and I was upstairs in my crib. my dad went downstairs to get into the shower forgetting to make sure the door was shut tight. he did turn the light off though. Snoopy came upstairs and jumped into my crib. My dad came back upstairs and snoopy stood up growling at him. My dad said "oh s***" and flipped on the light. Snoopy stopped growling and gave him the look of "what?". My dad said he about had to go take another shower,haha. Snoopy slept with me the rest of his life and my parents never worried. Also if you were drunk(except my dad) you could not get near me, my mom or brothers and sisters. We never knew why but Snoopy HATED drunk people getting near us.


If I ever had another chance to get a rottweiler I will jump on it. I love the rottweiler breed and once I get my dream dog, a gsd. I want to get a rottweiler afterwards.

 

[xxxxdogdragoness]

Those ACDs!
When I was probably 10 or 11 I was charged by a cow, I was in the "fat cattle pen" (fatten up the cattle for slaughter) and the only reason they were in that situation was because they wouldn't take their calves, trying to kill their calves flat out, not nursing their calves, etc. Bottom line, they were a mean group of animals. Lady (with no command given or fear btw) ran straight at the animals nose and kept it at bay until I was safely out of the pen, then she ran back to me.

Its a bit disheartening to know I found me 'heart dog' so young in life, but she is it. I can only hope that one day I find another 'heart dog'

I under stand what your saying about heart dogs, Izze was mine we had his bond that was hard to explain like we could read each others minds or something sure I love Buddy & I'm sure he loves & cares for me but it's 'different' then my & Izze's bond that's not a bad thing, I mean I didn't expect him to be 'another Izze' ... I just wanted a friend ... Which I believe I got tenfold

I think this quote says it best: He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader.* He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
-unknown

 

[Fade]

My dear dog Flash saved me from emotional times and without him I would not be who I am today. My brother was in an out of the hospital for drug abuse, was assaulted in his home so violently the only reason he didn't die is that they hit him so hard with the gun it broke. the same people who tried to kill him threatened to kill my entire family, and my fiancee ( who was visiting because of the threat incident) we were engaged 2 weeks he was following me when a car broadsided him and flipped his car right behind me because the lady ran a red light. When i ran to the car laying on its side in the middle of the intersection all i could see was a pool of blood starting to form under the window. 2 weeks in the hospital and 3 surgeries later and 8 months out of work with no financial aid . This all happened within 2 months. followed by 8 months of being flat broke and this is only 2 months of a 6 year battle of heartache. Without Flash I wouldn't have made it through. It sounds stupid but I love my dog and he is dearly special to me. every time I see his long ears and his short legs it makes me smile no matter whats going on around me. He is now my husbands and I fur baby and he warms my heart every time I look at him. Such a wonderful dog. He is brave because he never gets nervous or afraid of any situation, its all me to him all the time no matter what. ( and the garbage can) HE is the perfect dog for me. I have owned and will own many dogs in my lifetime but Flash will always be the special dog to me.

 

[momtolabs]

Fade while my sitatuion was not like yours I know how you feel. I was in depression before I got tank and he saved me from, well myself. ((hugs)) to you.

 

[Fade]

Fade while my sitatuion was not like yours I know how you feel. I was in depression before I got tank and he saved me from, well myself. ((hugs)) to you.

they are so special. =-) ty I am glad you have a hero in your life too.

 

[JohnnyBandit]

I have a few.....

I have posted most before... Including this one.......

I grew up in a farming and ranching family. The year I turned 16, my granfather bought some Santa Gertrudis Heifers and a Bull from a Ranch in Texas. He had them transported to a property he owned in Hardee County. I was there to help with the offload. We had a fully Mature Santa Gertrudis bull already on the property but the plan was to breed these new heifers. The original plan was to move Santana prior to the arrival. But the load got moved up. So Santana was still on property. No big deal. But some of the heifers came into season in transport. Santana was making a general nusiance of himself. All 2600 pounds of him. But still no real concern he was a very tame bull. I had shown him in the Youth beef show at the State Fair for 4 years in a row. So Grandaddy as me to put him in the pen behind the haybarn. A couple of hundred yards away from where we were doing the unload.

I haltered him and led he to the pen without issue. He walked right with me with minimal argument. He was pretty worked up but complied. when I got to the center of the pen I took the halter off and turned to walk away. Next thing I knew I was face down in the dirt. I had no air and it felt like I got hit by a train. I could not breath, could not yell, and could not get up. I looked up to see Santana coming back. Instinct took over and I curled up trying to protect my head. I was getting worked over and things got fuzzy quick. I am not sure how long he worked on me. But in a semi consious daze, I realized I was not being pounded on any more by the bull. I got a sensation on my face I will never forget. This light feathering feeling on my face. It was the fur on my Collie Laddie standing over me. My I looked up and my Catahoula Catcher had headed to bull and had him backed into a corner of the pen. He had a grip on his nose and was getting flung around. But he did not give an inch.....

Things got fuzzy again. I do remember being rolled under the bottom board on the fence and loaded in the cab of a Pickup. I don't remember much about the ride. Images mostly. And do not remember arriving at the hospital (it was about a 60 mile ride) I do remember coming to my senses to an extent and being in the hospital. Grandaddy and my parents were there.

I stayed in the hospital three days. I had four broken rids, a broken collar bone, broken bones in my right hand, my right ring finger was nearly broken off at the last knuckle joint closest to the fingertip. The last bit of finger was at a 90 degree angle. They did surgery on my hand and put a rod in that finger that was taken out later.

I also had a severe concussion, a bruised heart, two black eyes, and bruised just about everything that could be bruised.

Grandaddy said I talked and babbled all the way to the hospital. But not much made sense.

Laddie got a dislocated hip in the deal. A vet worked on him but he always carried a limp. Catcher did not have a mark on him.

The Bull got an ear torn off and a mangled nose. Didn't matter, he was taked to a slaughterhouse the next day. He became hamburger.


I felt a bit bad about that. I did not bear him ill will. At that age I had worked cows for many years both on foot and on horseback. I had been taught to never turn my back on the stock. I did and paid for it.

To this day, I am convinced I would not be here if it had not been for my dogs. They had remained at the truck with my grandfather. He never heard a thing. Just saw the dogs take off and he thought something might be wrong....

 

[RonE]

When I had my gigantic black lab, we we going for a walk on a day when everything was covered with glare ice. We got as far as the house next-door when my feet flew out from under me and I landed hard on my back.

I was trying to figure out if I was dead or injured. Cubby, who was not leashed, stopped and trotted back to me. I thought, "Oh, good. I can send Lassie home to alert the family that Timmie has fallen down the well yet again, and I might need rescuing."

Cubby arrived at my side, with that look of concern and compassion that is a permanent fixture on a lab's face - and promptly sat on my chest.

 

[Leah00]

When I had my gigantic black lab, we we going for a walk on a day when everything was covered with glare ice. We got as far as the house next-door when my feet flew out from under me and I landed hard on my back.

I was trying to figure out if I was dead or injured. Cubby, who was not leashed, stopped and trotted back to me. I thought, "Oh, good. I can send Lassie home to alert the family that Timmie has fallen down the well yet again, and I might need rescuing."

Cubby arrived at my side, with that look of concern and compassion that is a permanent fixture on a lab's face - and promptly sat on my chest.

Lol. Thanks for that! I was teary eyed after JohnnyBandit's story and then yours made me laugh!

 

[ben00x]

I haven't been in too many situations where I needed saving, although I think on the whole Gunther has immensely helped me emotionally. Since he's been in my life, I feel better than when I was taking medication. He gives me a reason to leave the house and do something, even if I don't feel like it (and I always feel better once I do).

Other than that, I can think of one time when he was probably around 8 or 9 months, when we were out walking. We were probably only a 1/2 mile from the house when there was a crack of lightning and then torrents of heavy rain. We just started running in the direction of home. He was probably irritated that he was anchored by my slow clumsiness at the other end of the leash. Anyway, we got about a block from the house, and I decided to cut through a driveway. I tripped and fell on my face and dropped the leash. I thought he'd just run home since we were so close, but he turned around and came right back to me to make sure I was all right. It made me feel really good right then at that moment that he didn't leave me (though I was all right).

 

[georgiapeach]

I'd just adopted a 4 year old yellow English lab, Bluto, from my niece in VA and was taking him home to GA. My 2 year old son was with me at the time. We stopped at a rest stop to let everyone have a potty break and were walking back to the car. A group of men were walking towards us, and Bluto started literally shoving my son and I off the sidewalk into the adjacent grass away from these men! He stayed between us and the men until the men were completely gone, not growling, but on alert. There was something he definitely didn't like about them. Mind you, we'd just gotten this dog! He was already protecting us, which I found truly awesome!! He was a great family dog!

 

[LuvMyAngels]

One night when I was 12 or 13 every dog in the neighborhood was going nuts. It sounded like someone was coming backyard to backyard, over 6' privacy fences. When he got to ours Lady, our Collie/GSD mix, went crazy barking & running the fence. The guy ended up in our yard and my parents are pretty sure (from the scream they say they heard) that she bit him. This girl was always super gentle, I dont know of any other incident where she bit.

I was taking Buster out for his last walk of the night when he was just shy of 5 months old. 10pm I step out the door with my puppy and a young man starts walking towards me from the garage. My first thought was it was just my brother in law since he was living with us at that time and was often in the yard smoking at that time of the night. The guy sees Buster and takes off between the trucks and thats when I see that there were 2. No idea who they were or why they were in my yard at that time of the night. The more amusing side of this is that these 2 guys ran from a puppy that, thanks to teething, was missing most of the teeth on one side of his mouth.


I had Buster out to go potty one afternoon when a man walking by stopped to ask questions about the beast bear. Bus very calmly lays down at my feet, carefully placing himself between me and this man, and just stares daggers at him. All I can figure is he sensed something was "off". I can think of one other incident where he wouldnt allow someone to touch him...he was young, maybe 7-8 months, so just stayed out of reach (that man WAS "off", I didnt need my dog to tell me that time LOL). Bus usually greets anyone and everyone like they're his long lost best friend. Full body wiggles, quivering with the excitement of being allowed to meet someone new or greet someone he already knows.

 

[mcdavis]

One day when Hamish was living with my Mum a man came to read the electricity meter which was in a kitchen cupboard. Hamish was totally relaxed when the man came into the house however when he was in the kitchen area he had to stand quite close to my Mum to see the meter - Hamish immediately forced his way between them and growled a little as he thought that the man had got too close to my Mum. Once the man had taken the reading and moved Hamish relaxed and left my Mum's side.
Many years ago, when our poodle was around 9 months old, he heard someone in the back yard and barked to alert my parents on the three occasions the somewhat determined guy came back during the night (think he was after some shop keys my Dad had at the time) asking to use the phone and each time the dog barked and woke us up.

 

[aiw]

Our old Bernese Mountain Dog Buster once saw off an intruder. It was the middle of the day, I was upstairs and the guy had just walked in the front door. Little did he know we felt comfortable leaving the door unlocked because of the massive beast on the other side! I think he nipped the guy but really he just chased him out of the house growling and barking. We lock the door now. On the other hand, our hound mix Callie is a total wussie. I think she would protect us if push came to shove but there have been a couple of times I got in late and had to "break in" to our house through a window. She didnt even get off the couch to check it out!!