If dogs could talk to each other, you have to wonder how the story would be told by the dominant pit bull to his dog buddies later that day …
Amen! I do not see how this issue could have been resolved without someone getting seriously hurt without Big Cholla stepping in. Those two owners definitely had some luck with someone right there with his thumb on things.Talk about taking one for the team, but seriously, good on you for having the training and will to step in.
Outstanding -- there will not be a finer pun on this forum today or anytime soon....Viol La!...
I think it's time you buy some finger cots.![]()
When I lived and hunted in cold and snowy Alaska, Washington and Colorado I would take a standard condom to place over the muzzle of my rifle to prevent getting an inadvertent plug of snow in the rifle barrel. Of course the condom had to be taped on to make it stay in place. It looks to me like these 'finger cots' would be ideal for that purpose. I love standard production items that have cross usage.
I had an arm lengthed glove I wore oncet upon a timer. My friends dad was trying to teach us how to check a cow to see if it was pregnant. Arm went in all the way to the pit, displaced processed food in the process. I did that once--once, learned my lesson. Don't know if I could do the thumb thing on a vicious dog though. You sir, are brave.
BTW after checking that cow, I had to go home and take a shower and get fresh clothes. One lesson I was taught, was to never go over to Shane's house on an early Saturday morning when his dad was home.
Oh sure you could, that end doesn't have teeth.![]()
My G'Pa told me of the times the circus came to Baltimore (downtown)..He and some other kids would get paid to put on a long rubber glove, climb up on a stool (no pun intended) and reach up the elephants butt and remove any manner of digested hay, so the elephants wouldn't drop it on the street during the parade, or in the ring in the tent.. My G'pa wouldn't tell a tale tale?? would he..??
JIM...................
I had an arm lengthed glove I wore oncet upon a timer. My friends dad was trying to teach us how to check a cow to see if it was pregnant. Arm went in all the way to the pit, displaced processed food in the process. I did that once--once, learned my lesson. Don't know if I could do the thumb thing on a vicious dog though. You sir, are brave.
BTW after checking that cow, I had to go home and take a shower and get fresh clothes. One lesson I was taught, was to never go over to Shane's house on an early Saturday morning when his dad was home.