Many years back, my wife and I were in the lounge one night. she was asleep on the couch and I was watching TV. During this time, burglars had removed the burglar guards and had emptied our bedroom of her jewelry and all our clothing. When I eventually discovered it, I looked out of the bedroom window to see my highly pedigreed Rottweiler sitting outside the window with her tennis ball in her mouth. I am sure she sat there begging the burglars to throw the ball for her too. What a guard dog. Haha, but we did love her to bits.
I used to babysit a couple kids after I was their mom’s coworker for a time. I began taking her son to martial arts classes with me and when I’d drive him home sometimes I’d review some moves with him inside the house. Paco, the family German Shepard, was always friendly but he’d start to bare his teeth, growl, and get ready to lunge if I grabbed Dylan, despite us just practicing. I stopped practicing partially because I never wanted Paco to lose his protective nature… but mostly so I didn’t get bitten, lol. He was a good protector and every family should have a dog like that.
When I was in my late teens my mom (who was kind of crazy) got all up in my face and started screaming at me (her usual accusations that I was a drug dealing mass murderer, spoiler alert I wasn’t) and my cat ran up to her, stood on his hind legs, and dug both claws into her leg.
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