"You
know all those dogs that mug us Rusty? I could fight
any one of them. But you want me to stay calm and of course
I do. Yet my canine powers are maturing, my speed &
coordination increasing. When I charged past youyou felt me
bite and release so fast there was no time to react. That's
because I am a pure bred German Shepherd. I'm genetically
programmed to protect my master in an emergency from any
threat. It is as automatic to my breed as an airbag is in a
car crash. When the time comesI will fight for you. My
spirit cannot back down if you are in danger."
Rusty ran his hands through the luxurious glossy black & silver fur
of Tyler's neck. His eyes grew wet as he blinked away tears.
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Tyler and I got mugged today
by a German shepherd and another
dog belonging to the new tenant at the front house. His off leash
dogs were out of his control -- but Tyler sticks with me as we go
scootering by.
Tyler showed no fear, he never barked.
"With me! With me!
"Good with me!"
I commanded in my cheerful but calm voice.
The new tenant screamed at his dogs before dragging them off to be
locked up in their kennel. Screaming is excitement--you are not
supposed to add excitement to the situation. His dogs showed me that
while he is their owner, he is not their master.
His relationship with his dogs is the same as countless dog owners
all over this town. Every day we scooter past as they bark from their dog
prisons. Dogs that live out their lives in back yard confinement. The off leash ones run into the road snarling and
barking at us.
Tyler and I have been mugged many times by many off leash dogs. Not
one has ever harmed us. I stay calm. We keep scootering past with
Tyler on a short leash as I chant
"With me! With me! Good with me!"
in my happy voice.
Tyler knows the routine. After we are out of danger I always praise
him, often pull over to stroke his neck and give him a treat.
"Good
calm dog!"
I say.
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Tyler transforms into a force of nature unleashed
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After his daily scooter adventure, when we play; Tyler runs around
the perimeter of his yard like a freight train. He transforms
into a force of nature unleashed. It is awesome to behold!
I scream "
RUN! RUN! TYLER RUN!!!"
as he charges around and around at a
gallop. Shooting past me he bites my elbow so fast it happens and he
is gone before I can react. He is revealing some ancestral memory,
something from his genetic inheritance. He is exercising a fierce
warrior dog deep inside his 9-month old canine self.
Wow! He charges by me again and again -- planting his teeth
precisely on my right forearm causing his head to twist back because
his body is racing past at full gallop. This occurs in the blink of
an eye. There is not a mark, not an actual bite. He does it again
and again--showing me this talent.
Impressed? I am stunned. It is an unexpected display of power,
precision, control. Truly, I had no idea my dog could do this.
I warn him "no bite" --but this is something entirely new and
different. Tyler is deliberately showing me his ultimate physical
capability --like a teenage boy asking dad to watch him do a back
flip off a diving board. Then the boy does an Olympic class
performance as his father's jaw drops open.
We sit at the grooming table with my arms around his neck.
"You are
amazing Tyler!"
Then I add "
But no bite!"
-- he looks sheepishly at
me.
"Lick OK!"
I assure him.
"Lick is always good."
But he knows all
that. He really does. Tyler had shown me that his soul has a fierce
warrior inside.
It is as if Tyler was saying
"You know all those dogs that mug
us Rusty? I could fight any one of them. But you want me to stay
calm and of course I do. Yet my canine powers are maturing, my speed
& coordination increasing. When I charged past youyou felt me bite
and release so fast there was no time to react. That's because I am
a pure bred German Shepherd. I'm genetically programmed to protect
my master in an emergency from any threat. It is as automatic to my
breed as an airbag is in a car crash. When the time comesI will
fight for you. My spirit cannot back down if you are in danger."
Rusty ran his hands through the luxurious glossy black & silver fur
of Tyler's neck. His eyes grew wet as he blinked away tears.
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More adventures of
Tyler the Wonder Dog...
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