The pimp, the trained attack dog and the phone man.
There was a town right outside a large military base. In the either regions of this town were places that were off limits. Love hungry GI's would go there at night and buy happiness.
One of these places was run by a surly gent, a real Pimp. He had sent a German Shepard to St. Louis to be attack trained. He kept the dog close to him along with a pearl handled 357.
His girls all wanted phones, several to a room. When the phones guys went out to install, repair or disconnect the Pimp would demand the guys pack of cigarettes. He could afford gold plated cigs if he wanted, he just liked messing with folks.
My buddy who grew up coon hunting, when young he had to climb the tree to throw the coon out to the dogs. He got pretty good at keeping his hand out of biting mouths. He had to wade in and pull a coon from a pack of dogs. He had to break up fights when coon hounds went at each other. Lots of dog experience.
He showed up and the pimp demanded his cigarettes. He said, nope get cher own, you can afford them. The pimp took this as an affront and said if you don't give me your cigs I'm turning the attack dog loose on you. My buddy thought he was kidding about the dog. Again he denied the pimps request for the cig pack. The pimp just said KILL and the fight was on.
My bud kept backing up kicking and gained purchase on the collar he took the dog down and choked it to death. All the time he was afraid he was going to get shot in the back.
The pimp screamed that is a $3000 dollar dog. My bud said he isn't worth 2 cents now.
The pimp never called our office to complain and distinctly did not call the law.
The very important Colonel, the junk yard farm dog and the phone guy.
An Air Force Colonel retired and bought a farm 20 miles out in the country. Farm country, 10 party lines and most felt lucky to have this.
The colonel was an abrasive bullying braggart feller. In the local coffee shop he would brag how much his retirement check was and how much his civil service double dipping job paid. Told them thanks for paying taxes so he could have all this money. In the land of bib overalls and john Deere caps he did not endear himself to the locals.
He demanded a private line and was denied, he told everyone he was very important and had to have one. Nope he was a part time farmer with a couple of cows and a job.
He developed a plan to leave his phone off hook when he left for work and call in trouble reports. With enough reports the sate would step in.
The colonel had a large German Shepard that had one and only one personality trait, VICIOUS!
2 of us worked this town. Daily we'd get a trouble report and take turns going out. Never got out of the truck. The dog would bite the painted bumpers, you could hear his teeth making ungodly noise as he bite through the paint to the metal.
He would bite the truck tires and shake so hard the truck would move.
When you pulled up the dog would fly in with fangs barred, drooling barking like a junk yard dog.
Went on for months. The reports did not count because he failed to put up the biting dog as asked each time.
I sort of had a melt down, snapped if you will, enough.
I stopped up the road from the house and retrieved my 2 pound lineman's hammer from my tool bin. For those who have not seen one, it looks like a small sledge hammer with a 15 to 18" handle. It is for driving heavy bolts into poles or driving ground rods.
Ole fido closed on my truck in his normal teeth first fashion. Only this time I stepped out with said hammer on my shoulder. It is said one is not supposed to stare into a alpha dogs eyes, it may aggravate them.
I stared him in the eyes, calmly said dog today you either go play somewhere else or die. He kept staring at my eyes.
Something he saw clicked, he quit snarling and barking. He walked off into a pasture and did not look back.
I am a dog lover, but there are some that might be better off in the state of demise.
I went to the house, yep receiver off hook. The colonel's work number was on the report. I called it and said hi, I'm at your house and your receiver is off hook preventing 9 other folks from using their phone. I'm leaving you unhooked until you call back in. He pulled out his Colonels voice and told me BS I can't be calling him from his house. I said yes I am. He was adamant I wasn't. Then he yelled what did you do to my dog? Dog what dog? Oh you mean the one they've told you to lock up 50 times? That dog? Well in the future when you're told to lock up your new dog, do it.
His voice went squeeky and had some high pitch panic kinda vibes.
He called in on me, I got a pat on the back and coffee by my boss.
He never called in another trouble report. I'll bet he left work early and drove like mad to see if ole killer was dead.
And if ole killer had attacked he would have crossed over.
A jerk who views dog training as cruel and the older phone guy.
As I said I love dogs, trained and well mannered dogs. I don't have much truck with those who let dogs run and the only training given was to let them use your yard as their privy.
In St. Louis I was leash training a chocolate lab. He was about 6 months old when we got him and had zero training.
When we 1st went to St. Louis we lived in a nice apartment complex until we bought a home. The recommended method is to use a 15' leash and walk. If they go around a tree or fire hydrant keep walking pretty soon they get the idea that go snooping around that tree will get you neck stretched a little.
So I'm working the pup day one. A jogger came by, he was giving me some serious looks. I could tell he did not approve. He said something like cruel aren't you. I said no, training the dog to leash and I'll bet in 5 minutes I can have your sorry self leash trained, he jogged off at double speed.