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Yeagermeister;390282 said:If anyone ever breaks in to my house and Angus gets a hold of them they will be easy to find because there will be plenty of DNA evidence
Ahhh, time for another Rebel story... that big ol' mutt would let ANYBODY into the house... just don't try to get back out, unless one of us was there to let you out... we came home from a family outing one evening to find a burglar sitting in the basement, with Rebel about 10 feet away... not snarling, no hackles up or anything like that... at least (according to the burglar), not until he made a move to try to leave... that guy was happy to go to jail, LOL...
And another Rebel story-- the summer after my freshman year in college, I came back home, set about looking for a summer job... my Dad offered to pay me to maintain the yard (we had a full acre lot) and paint the trim on the house, and that sounded like a pretty good gig... this one summer afternoon, I'm on the ladder painting up under the eaves in the front of the house... had the front door open, the screen door latched, listening to some tunes as I worked...
Rebel was sitting at the screen door, watching the world go by, when this boxer comes up and cocks his leg on a tree in the front yard... Rebel went through that screen door in a flash, and they set to fighting... Rebel got him down, was going for the throat when I called him off (I didn't want to see that boxer killed), and to my surprise he came when called... the boxer attacked Rebel from behind, and they set to it again, with much the same result... I called Rebel off one more time, and he came to me again...
About this time, my Dad pulls into the driveway, and sure enough, the boxer attacked again... Dad softly said "finish him", and Rebel acted as if he understood what he was told; he turned on that boxer, and rather than going for the throat, he picked him up by the back of the neck, tossed his head, and snapped that boxer's neck clean... he laid the poor dead dog down, and didn't maul the corpse or anything, he just came and sat by Dad's side...
I was upset, loving dogs the way I do, but Dad told me that that boxer wasn't gonna quit until one of them was dead, and I guess he was right... it was a most impressive feat of strength, a sight to see, that big ol' boxer with all four legs waving in the air, in the jaws of Rebel...
And one final Rebel story, just so you guys don't think he was vicious or anything (the only thing I ever saw that he seemed to hate was horses)... that same summer, late one night I'm laying in my bedroom with the windows open, when I hear what sounded like a party... I look out my window, and a bunch of 20-somethings from the halfway house that had just set up shop down the block from us were sittin' in our yard, passing the paper bag that holds the bottle, laughing and joking, but rather loud...
I let my Dad know what was going on, and he reached into his nightstand drawer and got out his old service .45, and buckled the holster on over his bathrobe, then went out to run those boys off... I stood at the door, with Rebel right beside me... well, those boys were not intimidated at all by my Dad OR his gun, and they started giving him a hard time...
We kept Rebel's leash on a hook there by the front door, so I put it on him and went out to see in case those fools tried to fight Dad... and out the door we went, Rebel's tail wagging furiously... he was happy, thought he was gonna meet some new friends... well, those boys might not have been scared by my Dad's .45, but they got one look at that dog and they were outta there, in a great big hurry...
If you can't tell, Rebel was just about my favorite dog I ever had... I loved all of 'em, but he and me, we were tight... he slept in my room, I basically was responsible for taking care of him, he was MY dog...
