Join Date: Mar 2012
Location: Deep in the heart of Texas!
This isn't really 6th sense, but a story I still get a kick out of about my now deceased GSD's judgement of character and response to it.
I was dating a guy for awhile that at first my dog seemed to get on well with. Later he started getting in between us on the couch, if we tried to hug or kiss he would get in the middle, and he would fuss and whine and never settle when we were together. I thought he was probably just not liking the change in routine and wanted this guy to go away so it would just be us again.
Well, one day I come home from work and my ex-BF is at my house (it was his day off and he was just going to hang out at my house.) He was so angry his face was blood red. I asked him what was wrong and he responded with a string of expletives about my dog ruining his truck.
"Where did you take him, was he alone in the truck?"
"NO! THE OUTSIDE, DAMNIT!"
Apparently (for a reason that became obvious later...) he had locked my dog outside for long enough that T-Bone had completely worked his brand new, sparkly painted souped up truck over. He had raked it with his claws. He had gotten up and even ripped the weather stripping away from the windows! I mean he really jacked this truck up badly.
I was so embarrassed and said, maybe there was a mouse in the truck bed or a cat he was trying to get?
It seemed plausible enough though I had never had any issues with mice, roaming cats, etc. But it's the best I could come up with.
About a week later it comes out.... My lovely BF had his EX GIRLFRIEND at my house. IN MY HOUSE! Doing what? Well, it doesn't matter... he had done the unthinkable by bringing a strange woman into my house.
The day he did it? The day he locked T-Bone outside so she could come in.
Needless to say, he went, the dog stayed. T never did anything like that before or after said incident.
Good boy, T-Bone, goooood boy.