RoboDog to the Rescue!

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3.13.15 - Robocop

 

I needed a buddy for my dog so I went to German Shepherd Rescue in LA. We picked a handsome, eight-month-old shepherd who loved any attention you gave him. GSR said they were sure he had been dumped by a breeder in the area. I couldn’t figure out why a breeder would dump what was obviously a pure-bred shepherd, but found out quickly enough.

We went on our first walk, made it less than a block before he lay down. This repeated itself the next few days. A trip to the vet let me know what the breeder obviously had known – at eight months old this poor puppy had virtually no hips. By this time I had fallen in love with the goofy, attention-loving dog, so decided we would rebuild him. Two new hips for an eight-month old dog led to a name change, he became RoboDog!

He repaid me in full less than two years later – a would-be burglar tried to come in my house through the back gate at 2 am. Robo heard the gate opening and before the guy got into the yard, Robo was out of the house with that deep-throated bark ready to attack. This wasn’t a ‘there’s a raccoon in the yard’ type bark so I ran outside and caught a glimpse of someone running up the driveway.

I called the police, not because I was afraid, but just to let them know someone was in the neighborhood. They responded quickly and were greeted by a still-agitated Robo. They laughed when I told them I wasn’t worried and said no reason to be – I had the best protection possible.

Rescues may need a bit more support medically or emotionally but you end up with the most loyal friend you could ever ask for. Robo is still playing at a great old age of 13!

Amy
San Jose, CA

 

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16 thoughts on “RoboDog to the Rescue!”

  1. When I was around 19, I was moving out of an apartment complex that had gotten pretty rough and moving into a nicer one across town in Colorado Springs. All I had to do was empty the fridge and drop off the keys, so I decided to make that last run even though it was after dark. This was before the automatic/remote locks, so my car had the old keyed lock. I parked as close as I could to the building, but it was in a dark area and still a little way away. As I got out of the car door, I locked it and slammed it shut. When I turned away from the car to walk into the building, 5-guys walked out of the shadow just across from where I parked and into the light towards me. I knew instantly I was in trouble and that fear hit me fast. It felt like forever but was only seconds as I tried to decide if I had enough time to unlock the car and get in or run into the building.

    As we stood facing each other, a very large Doberman I had never seen before came up under my left hand and faced them with me. I have to admit I was a little startled and not sure if the dog was with them or not. It didn’t even look at me initially, it just stood there with me staring at them. The guys took a step towards me and she took a step towards them and started growling really low. They were maybe 20-feet away and they noticed her, then looked back at me and took another step. The dog immediately took another step towards them – it’s hackles were up and it was starting to snarl at them really loud, showing all of it’s teeth. Now that got their attention! They were only about 15-feet apart and this dog was huge! One of them said, “Is that your dog?” I said, “Yep.” He said, “Will it bite?” I said, “In a heartbeat.” (Duh! Like I was going to say ‘no’?)

    They immediately retreated back into the shadows. The dog stood like a statue on guard and watched them until it knew they were gone. As soon as it knew it was safe, it completely relaxed and turned into this wiggly, tail wagging, adorable dog! You could just see it asking, “Did I do good? I saved you! Do you like me now? We’re best friends now, aren’t we?!?” I patted my leg and told the dog to follow me, which it did. I petted it and rubbed it’s ears while I cleaned out the fridge. I ended up feeding that beautiful dog every hotdog and piece of bologna I had. I probably didn’t need to because it followed me willingly, but I wanted to make sure it followed me to the managers office mail slot to drop off the keys and then walk back to my car with me.

    This was a while ago and towards the edge of town. Colorado Springs was a smaller town then and most people would just let their dogs out to go to the bathroom and run around a little, then call them in and the dogs would come. The dog was very healthy (BIG!), very well fed and had a bandana around it’s neck. I knew it was a well loved dog. I gave it a huge hug and lots of kisses, then said, “Thank you. I think God sent you as my Guardian Angel!”

    Lots more kisses and pets, then I said, “O.k., sweetheart, you need to go home now.” The dog stopped and looked over it’s shoulder – it definitely knew where home was. I said, “Thank you, now go home.” It trotted off, very pleased with itself and I watched it head back home. I swear that dog knew I was in serious trouble and instinctively took over to make sure I was safe. I will forever have a soft place in my heart for any dogs, but especially Dobie’s. Thank you Jesus for sending a very special angel to keep me safe that night, when I was young and pretty dumb! 🙂

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  2. Bad breeding causes bad hips. God knows how many more of these pups are going to come out of these irresponsible breeders.

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  3. I love GSD’s. Had one in my teens and loved him to pieces. Miss him everyday.

    My rescued American Bulldog/Mastiff mix has repaid me as well. Poor guy had an embedded collar, broken rib and was starved when the rescue group rescued him from euthanasia at a shelter. I got him 8 months later still recovering and had to rush him to emergency twice (once for an infection on his neck just 3 days after we received him for the embedded collar and another time for an allergic reaction to carrots). He cost us a pretty penny medically and training wise as he is dog aggressive, but so had my Olde English Bulldog and she was purchased (we will never purchase again). One night, I was walking my rescue and a guy rushed behind me and grabbed my pony tail, my rescue jumped on the man and bit his arm bringing him down. I grabbed my rescue and we ran. He is my life saver!

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