Was reading a light-hearted “human interest” story in one of those coffee break newsletters that like to print light-hearted “human interest” stories in them to fill their (small) space. Saw one today that had the following story about a Chow dog that saved its owner from a bear attack. The relevant portion (paraphrased):
Are there that many people going to shelters saying “no, I want that one. He’ll save my life one day, you know!” that this exception to the rule had to be mentioned?
They probably shown him a Pomeranian and said “This 'un here won’t save your life.”, took him to greyhound and said “Nor this 'un… now this here Chow could come in very handy if you are being attacked by a bear one day!”
When I think of collies, I think of them going to get help, and somehow being able to communicate with humans just what kind of trouble little Timmy is in THIS time. I swear, that family needed to keep a leash on TIMMY, not on Lassie.
I picked out a car with the stupidest name because I figured by changing his name, he’d be forever grateful and one day save my life. Unfortunately, he could not spell and one day saved my wife. Stupid fucking cat.
A man was walking down the road followed by a huge procession: a pit bull, 2 coffins, and about 500 people. A passerby walked up to the man and asked him what was going on. The man replied, “On Thursday, the dog killed my wife. On Friday, the dog killed my mother-in-law.” The passerby thought about it for a second, and said, “Um, sorry for your loss…is there any way I could borrow your dog for a couple of days?”