The times I've been between dogs are practically unbearable for me. Here is an old story but one that still pricks the hair on the back of my neck when I remember it:
When my first child was about 5 months old, my husband left Spokane to go test for a fire dept on the west side. He was due home about 11 or midnight. I was sitting in our recliner by the front door, nursing her, and it was probably 10:30 at night. The front entry came in a little bit and had floor to ceiling windows that were covered by cheap metal blinds that didn't reach all the way to the floor. My big GSD mix was laying by the front door, behind the recliner. He spent most of his time outdoors, really, but I always made him come in when I was alone. (He was very hot in the house and hated it).
Suddenly there was a deep growl from behind the chair. Now, he could growl on command, but this was completely different. This made every hair on my head and body stand up. It was a serious growl--I've not heard many like that since. I heard a knock at the door and turned to my right to see out that window there---all I could see was ankle down, obviously a man, wearing white, white running shoe/style shoes. My dog was standing straight up, stiff, tail a little above his back, and he was staring at the door. He looked at me, and I just looked back, because I felt my safest move was not to make any movement or any sound; even though the door and house were there, it was only about 4 feet from me to where he was standing, and I felt this very, very strong vibe NOT to make a sound or reveal my presence. He knocked again, and my dog growled again--this time, I saw one foot step back slightly. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he turned and left. I didn't relax until my dog did. He came and sniffed both of us, gave me a wag and laid back down.
I checked with my neighbors, I called my siblings, called my friends...no one had come by. I lived in a pretty decent little neighborhood, no apts near by, all houses....little houses, but still. I always wondered what the he// a man would've wanted stopping by a house at 10:30 pm on a weeknight, unless it was trouble.
Since my dog was very big, and he was a very confident and stable dog, I have no doubt he would've made an attempt to protect us. I don't know how far he would've gotten against a male intent on causing trouble, but I at least always felt that he would've given me a chance to escape or get help or a weapon.
I try never to be without a dog.
~Elrond's Rocket of Rivendell, aka The RocketDog
06/15/11 hiker and runner extraordinaire
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