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Don't know if this belongs here or not, but I just wanted to pass this along.
If it doesn't belong, my apologies to the moderator and my thanks in advance if he moves it to the proper place.
My wife and I live in a mobile home park, in a fairly quiet semi rural area. We have a major highway going by,
but have been at this location for over 16 years, with very little trouble. It's been a quiet, relatively safe place
for us to live for many years.
Over the last couple of years, more drugs have moved into our area, and about 2 years ago,
a major truck stop/restaurant complex was built about a mile away, so things aren't that good anymore.
Which brings me to my dog.
We have a 5 year old Pomeranian who just loves to yap. Our neighbors have complained about his "voice"
in the past, up until last year (late summer), that is. One night he started barking away and we couldn't shut him up.
I decided to check outside, and found one of my neighbors out there as well. He heard the barking as well,
and came out to check and had run off some "suspicious" types. After that, the dog's bark has been a nice warning
for our neighborhood, and we haven't had a complaint since. My neighbor also bought his family a little dog for the same reason.
This brings me to last night. About 1 am, my dog started barking his head off. Sometimes my step-son comes in that time
(if he's worked late), so we didn't worry too much, thinking that it was the step-son.
Well, the dog kept barking, and the step-son didn't come in, so I got up, put some pants and a t-shirt on, and headed out to
check on things. I should say here that I always have a knife of some kind clipped in my pocket, and this time was my BM710.
When I went to the door, I pulled the 710 out of my pocket, and thumbed it open.
Standing to the side of the door (just in case someone tried to push it in to take me by surprise), I pulled it open,
and my little dog went tearing out onto the porch, barking up a storm.
By the time I got outside, whoever it was was just a shadow running down the road. I checked the yard and when I was satisfied
that there was no-one else out there, my dog and I went back inside.
He got a nice big cookie treat for his trouble, and I got a renewed appreciation for his protective instinct.
Anyway, long post, hope it didn't bore anyone, just wanted to share.
Cheers
Dave
My dog Buddy
If it doesn't belong, my apologies to the moderator and my thanks in advance if he moves it to the proper place.
My wife and I live in a mobile home park, in a fairly quiet semi rural area. We have a major highway going by,
but have been at this location for over 16 years, with very little trouble. It's been a quiet, relatively safe place
for us to live for many years.
Over the last couple of years, more drugs have moved into our area, and about 2 years ago,
a major truck stop/restaurant complex was built about a mile away, so things aren't that good anymore.
Which brings me to my dog.
We have a 5 year old Pomeranian who just loves to yap. Our neighbors have complained about his "voice"
in the past, up until last year (late summer), that is. One night he started barking away and we couldn't shut him up.
I decided to check outside, and found one of my neighbors out there as well. He heard the barking as well,
and came out to check and had run off some "suspicious" types. After that, the dog's bark has been a nice warning
for our neighborhood, and we haven't had a complaint since. My neighbor also bought his family a little dog for the same reason.
This brings me to last night. About 1 am, my dog started barking his head off. Sometimes my step-son comes in that time
(if he's worked late), so we didn't worry too much, thinking that it was the step-son.
Well, the dog kept barking, and the step-son didn't come in, so I got up, put some pants and a t-shirt on, and headed out to
check on things. I should say here that I always have a knife of some kind clipped in my pocket, and this time was my BM710.
When I went to the door, I pulled the 710 out of my pocket, and thumbed it open.
Standing to the side of the door (just in case someone tried to push it in to take me by surprise), I pulled it open,
and my little dog went tearing out onto the porch, barking up a storm.
By the time I got outside, whoever it was was just a shadow running down the road. I checked the yard and when I was satisfied
that there was no-one else out there, my dog and I went back inside.
He got a nice big cookie treat for his trouble, and I got a renewed appreciation for his protective instinct.
Anyway, long post, hope it didn't bore anyone, just wanted to share.
Cheers
Dave
My dog Buddy