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Muttling -> One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 12:45:00 AM)
I have a good friend who is a veternarian. He handles working dogs (including police bite dogs) regularly so you'd think he would know how to deal with a Collie...... One snapped at him yesterday and nailed him in the cheek for about 40 stitches. Like the caring, compassionate pal that I am........I have offered him the greatest of sympathies and have asked to for jpg's of the injury just so I can see how harmed he is. I will, of course, share such jpg's with everyone I can possibly spam just to warn them of the dangers these dogs can pose to veterinarians. Are you buying this line of BS? I don't think he is as he hasn't sent me photos and his wife is under strict orders not to photograph his injury. hehe......You gotta admit, he will have some serious bragging rights with the line of "Look what a bitch did to me!!!!!" P.S. - On a serious note, he is a great vet and a fellow kinkster. This isn't the first and certainly not the worst injury a patient has given him. That said.....I can't pass up such a wonderful opportunity to harrass him.

GreedyTop -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 5:36:36 AM)
lol Muttling... asking for pics... tsk tsk! grin

MissMorrigan -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 5:39:01 AM)
Given his occupation, that's way too good an opportunity to pass up, Muttling! I used to talk with (never met in person) a pet handler that worked at a well-known airport. He was crouching down stroking a demure little doggy after having cleaned its holding area when the dog suddenly launched itself at him and rather than going for his face, latched itself onto the top of his thigh/groin area and clung on as if its life depended on it. There are lots of procedures to follow for profesional pet handlers that get bitten and he was ribbed ragged by colleagues especially when it came to having first-aid administered and then the resultant form-filling! Given that he was a bit of a Casanova, his female colleagues would howl at him, followed by screams of hysterics... his male colleagues but nodded in sympathy

BlackPhx -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 8:54:39 AM)
two words... telephoto lens poenkitten

Muttling -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 10:22:58 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: MissMorrigan Given his occupation, that's way too good an opportunity to pass up, Muttling! I used to talk with (never met in person) a pet handler that worked at a well-known airport. He was crouching down stroking a demure little doggy after having cleaned its holding area when the dog suddenly launched itself at him and rather than going for his face, latched itself onto the top of his thigh/groin area and clung on as if its life depended on it. There are lots of procedures to follow for profesional pet handlers that get bitten and he was ribbed ragged by colleagues especially when it came to having first-aid administered and then the resultant form-filling! Given that he was a bit of a Casanova, his female colleagues would howl at him, followed by screams of hysterics... his male colleagues but nodded in sympathy I used to compete working dogs which is where I picked up the nickname Mutt, but that's a seperate story. My girlfriend at the time had a sheltie and we trained her to be a purse gaurd. We figured she wouldn't do much on the sleeve so we crotch trained her. LMAO She loved to growl and hear herself bark so she lost wayyyyy to many points to compete (not to speak of being smaller than the dumb bell they were required to carry over obstacles), but she was a huge crowd pleaser. She'd hit the agitator's crotch then hang and snarl.

MissMorrigan -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 11:10:51 AM)
That's adorable! I had a Yorkshire Terrier and one that had extraordinary long legs for a Yorkie, and while she had typical terrier traits, she didn't behave like any Yorkie I had encountered previously, or since, for that matter. I'm sure she thought herself a Rottie in disguise! I never had to train her to be protective, it was a natural instinct in her and one day, after my then hubby had gone to work (on a sunday) he hadn't checked that he'd latched the front door correctly and it swung open again after he'd left. I'm upstairs still in bed, naked as the day I was born, when I could hear my dog barking in the street. I launched out of bed, ran downstairs only to be faced with the biggest Jehovah Witness I'd ever seen in my life, that guy had to have been a good 6'6. As he entered my kitchen he saw me, saw that I was naked and promptly screamed, that's when my dog had him. She launched herself at him and attached herself to the most tender spot at the top of his thigh and dug in with her teeth. He took off running, still with her attached to his thigh and I didn't think I'd see her again. She returned approx. 40 minutes later with his blood around her muzzle and looking as if she'd won Top Dog prize - in my eyes, she had. I never got another visit on a Sunday again by a Jehovah Witness! Despite being a Yorkshire Terrier, I think she deserved the One Mean Bitch title that day [:D]

DiurnalVampire -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 11:17:10 AM)
I used to work for a veterinarian, and I had a bit of a reputation with bad cats. I was not afraid of them, becasue once I had a good grip, they werent going anywhere. About 3 years into the job, I had to help one of the doctors with a very friendly, but fairly badly injured tomcat. The first time I got bit. It was extremely embarassing. The cat was fine the whole time I was holding him. The doctor knocked something onto the floor, and I let go of the cat (we had finished the procedures and the cat was partly sedated, so he wasnt moving around anyway) and bent over to pick up what he had dropped, since he had on gloves. The little shit jumped on my back and bit my ass. Not hard, he was sedated after all, but just bad enough to draw blood and make me the laughing stock for a month. The doctors, being caring employers, demandsd to check the wound for infection for the whole month, since cat bites tend to infect quite badly. So, for a month, I had to moon my bosses every day before work. As revenge, I was allowed to assist with that same cat's neutering... and I was presented with his testicles in formaldehyde afterwards. (Hey, if matadors get the bulls balls, I deserved the cats!) DV

MissMorrigan -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 11:21:46 AM)
That's brilliant! Gives a whole new meaning to the 'bare arsed truth of it' [:D]

Muttling -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 3:25:11 PM)
GREAT working dog story.... A friend of mine had a german shepard named Shultz. He was a Shutzhund I and lucky to have gotten that rating. He did the scent, obedience, and agility work but not with any real enthusiasm. He LIVED for bite work. One day, the family left him at home alone. A burglar busted in through the bathroom window. Best we could figure, the Shultz arose from his nap and casually walked that way not expecting to have any fun. A rather thick blood trail started in the hallway and went to the front door then into the yard. When the came home, Shultz was laying in the doorway of the front door which was partially off it's hinges. The guy was arrested at the ER and required a skin graft to repair the damage to his arm.

MissMorrigan -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 4:11:39 PM)
I'm sure that's one burglar that's retired, albeit disgracefully! I grew up with dogs, never had a problem with them until I moved to an area of SE London which was pretty rough. I was coming home one day from college when a doberman attacked me, it was actually going for my young son at the time and I don't blame the dog at all, but its owners, especially for my having to hurt the dog, which I've always felt sickened at. While I have kept a dog since then, I could never actually bond with it and which I think stems back to that day when I was attacked. Dogs can 'sense' my reticence and if a dog that's loose is going to bite anyone, it'll come straight for me! Years ago I lived with a chap in a terraced house and in an area where no one bothered locking their doors. Our neighbours had a rottie, bloody huge thing that weighed double my weight. My then partner and I were on our way home from a party, he was sober, I was drunk and feeling horny as hell. As he drew up to his house I ran out of the car, shouting something ridiculously sexual at him. I giggled stupidly as I ran for the door, stumbled when I put my hand on the handle and the door opened. I fell in and as I stumbled through the doorway (it was dark, which seemed unusual as I was sure we'd left a light on!) I fell over something. I laid there for a moment giggling away at my stupidity, then smelt something foul - just before I heard the low rumble of a deep growl from the NEIGHBOUR'S ROTTWEILER!!! I almost peed myself with fright as the light went on and the neighbour appeared on the stairway. Thankfully the dog didn't bite me, I think I'd have died of fright if it had.

GreedyTop -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 5:29:14 PM)
OMG, MissM.... LOLOLOLOLOL (wonders how long after that incident she moved away...grin)

MissMorrigan -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 5:34:42 PM)
lol our relationship reached a mutual conclusion some months later, but I did notice the dog was extra friendly after that!

GreedyTop -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 5:41:17 PM)
ROTFLMAO!!

MissMorrigan -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 5:44:49 PM)
Greedy, I can assure you that I never put his friendliness to the test [:D] [:D] [:D] [:D] [:D]

GreedyTop -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 5:48:42 PM)
LOLOL whew!

MissMorrigan -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/17/2008 5:51:09 PM)
I know he could fetch and carry things for me, but is greatly limited in what he can do... who'd run me bath, fix me a sandwich, nip to the shops and buy me naughty nibbles... the bloody dog would eat them before getting home!

Muttling -> RE: One MEAN Bitch!!!!! (2/18/2008 2:45:33 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: MissMorrigan I know he could fetch and carry things for me, but is greatly limited in what he can do... who'd run me bath, fix me a sandwich, nip to the shops and buy me naughty nibbles... the bloody dog would eat them before getting home! I bet he could give you one hell of a good tongue lashing though.

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