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To: Oral Roberts who wrote (156750)	1/3/2008 4:54:31 PM
From: Ken Adams	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 225578

Here's another of my favorite dog stories. My kids were always told, "don't take the dogs out of the back yard unless mom or I can be with you." Kids at that time were maybe 9 daughter and 7 son. Of course, one day Vicki was tossing a ball for the older dog and it went over the low fence in the yard and ended up in the front yard. Also of course, they went out to get it. Just at that time the mail man came out from around the bushes between my house and the neighbors, instead of being out on the sidewalk. My Shepherd hit him at the waist and ripped his pants leg open from hip to shoes, not even marking the guys leg. Vicki screamed and my wife, who had just gotten out of the shower rushed to the front bedroom window, stark naked. The dog was totally obedience trained and she called him off the terrified mailman instantly. She told Vicki to get him back in the yard. Long story short, cops came and wanted to quarantine my dog. I wouldn't let them, signing all sorts of promise papers. I had to buy the guy a new pair of pants and pay his wages for 3 days as he was "too shaken" to go back to work. We didn't get mail delivery for days. It made me smile... still does, thinking about it. Goooood dog!

To: Oral Roberts who wrote (156750)	1/3/2008 5:00:33 PM
From: Shoot1st	Respond to of 225578

ahhhhhh shit ....that's beautiful. about 8 years ago we were refurbing an old farm house on 6 secluded acres....the lane was 200 yards long and you could not see the house from the road... as time went by I'd order pizza for the contractors for lunch....the pizza guy was scare to death of Levi(athan)..... to calm Levi down...I used the phrase....Pizzaguycomming....Levi knew he'd get some crust after lunch so this cooled him down as he heard the gravel getting crunched by cars coming up the lane. One day one of the workers left early and passed mrs shootie on the way down the road.....a few minutes later there was a knock at the door...mrs shootie thought that Bill must have forgotten something.....as she opened the door she saw a crumby, toothless guy in camo (he was sent by the electric company to trim trees from the wires)....well, she gasped thinking it was going to be Bill....Levi leaped from behind her and planted his paws on the guys chest knocking him flat on his ass in the mud.....a 3 foot drop off the porch....Levi just stood on the guy barking on his face until we called him off....then the guy jumped up scrambling to his car...in the mud....slipped and planted his jaw on the corner of the open car door..... it was poetry in motion..... called the utility and told them if you send a guy looking like that to my door.....he might get shot....they laughed.....and I didn't get sued. happy ending. Shootie