Great back yard brawl

[Ranger J]

‘The great back yard brawl.’  The other evening we heard the sound of the dogs barking.  This is not too unusual as they do this if they see a passing deer, a stray dog, someone walking down the road, a leaf blowing across the yard.  This time the sound was more urgent and had a more serious sound to it.  Four ‘vicious’ guard dogs patrol our back yard.  The leader of the pack is Midnight, a lab and blue heeler cross who is close to thirty pounds over weight.  Then there is Fluffy, who is not as she is a small Pit Bull and the two little sisters, Veritos, Aussi and Golden mix and Silky, the leaking pup, Aussi and Border Collie.  Anyway, when I got outside I found that these four had a groundhog pinned against the fence in a corner of the yard.  How the groundhog got in the yard remains a mystery but it was a large mistake on his part.  The four had him pinned against the fence but as this protected his behind from attack he was doing quite well in holding the dogs off.  Midnight as behooves a leader was behind the battle lines barking encouragement to the other three combatants.  She reminded me of a football coach whose team is not doing particularly well and keeps sending in new players in hope of finding the right combination.  Fluffy, who is really a lover, not a fighter, was leading the attack, with the help of the two little sisters.  They would take turns jumping in and trying to get hold of the groundhog.  Every once in a while one of the dogs would stay in too long and I would hear a Yip!  Mr. groundhog has sharp teeth.  I don’t know how the tussle would have ended had I not intervened with the 357 before one of the puppies got seriously hurt.  I am not too sure that if I had left the animals to their own devices that the groundhog wouldn’t have kicked all four dog’s behinds.   When the gun went off the dogs scattered at the sound like cockroaches when the light is turned on.  Afterwards the dogs were walking around in their ‘were bad” walk, they were so proud of themselves as they had protected the back yard against an intruder.  Out of the four dogs, Midnight is the only one that has had any experience with a skunk.  I can’t wait for one to wonder into the back yard.
RJ

[doncisler]

kinda sounds like my jack russell/rat terrier vs my parents cat.....poor dog.
cat still has claws.
cat wasn't even ruffeled.
dog takes the long walk around all cats now.

[KN]

I was talking to a freind once in my drive way while a large gathering of geese where mulling about a couple of houses down from me. Pretty soon I see the neibours cat slink down along a pond bank maybe 30yds from where the geese were. I say to my friend to look down the hill. Pretty soon a few of the geese were starting to squak a bit with their heads held high but I still couldn't see the cat.(declawed by the way) All of a sudden the cat jumps up over the side of pond bank and slaps the crap out of one of the geese just as fast as it could swing and then takes off for the barn. You can imagine the commotion that ensued. It was hillarious. A couple of weeks later I was talking to this neibour in his garage and noticed the cat laying on the work bench. He was near death! we figured the geese finally caught him and gave him a good thrashing. He was beat from head to toe so bad we didn' know if he was going to live or not.

[Huffmanite]

There was a large very mean Chow that lived down the street from me when I was growing up that chewed up any other dog in sight when it got out of its fenced yard.  One day, a neighbors dashound that was a house dog and well known for being a gentle creature, accidently got out when the Chow was roaming.  A friend and I spotted the Chow trotting toward the little dashound and we took off at a run to save the little dog from being probably killed by this brut Chow.  The Chow got to the dashound before we could and attacked it.  Well, the fur flew, but it quickly became apparent that the dashound was kicking the Chows butt and it did not need our help.  After a rather short dog fight, the Chow took off running home.  I swear that dashound strutted as it returned home.

[Land_Owner]

On a cold 1999 New Year's Day, a neighbor and I walked his pit bulls down an old swamp lined dirt road and found ourselves faced with a mature male otter sleeping soundly upside down in the noon day sun right in the middle of the road.  It did not take long for the dogs to get the scent and the fight was on.  Three pits against one otter.  There was an instant of innocence as dogs sniffed otter but when awakened to the imminent danger, the otter went out of its mind chattering, bitting at dogs bitting at it, and running for the cover of the water.  The dogs chased back and forth, swam out into the swamp after the otter, doubled back, doubled back again, lost the scent, found it, saw the otter and eventually lost the scent about 40 yards north of us.  Right then, the otter returned to the exact spot where we had first spotted him, within 5 yards of us, with a bloddy nose, and started chattering at us like hurled insults from the dunk tank man at the circus...We surmised that he was pissed and he was telling us about it.  We had awakened him rudely from his slumber in the noon-day sun.  Then he went into the water and disappeared into the swamp...just like that.

[VTDW]

Ah, but to have had a video recorder to film these events. :-D

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When we pcs'd to MD, I had to leave our dog (1/2 rott and chow) with a friend who would walk her with his dog (lab and something) around base.  They would catch a groundhog too far from it's hole and the chase was on and then 'hog was dead.  Got two or three that way.  Our dog is death on cats.  She has three cat kills to her credit.  Two more and she's an ACE!  She didn't do too well with the hedge hog in Belgium though... just sort of carried it around and then would spit it out and carry it around some more.  It lived...  She got a hold of a bobcat in Oklahoma.  Didn't fair so well but evidently got a few good chomps in... saw a bobcat gimpin' around on what looked like a broke back leg about two weeks later.  Vet bill was pretty good on that one.  She had a bunch of stitches on her face.  Used to have pointer that hated any four legged animal 'cept dogs.  Stupid too... never did learn the difference 'tween armadillos and porcupines.  Pulled quills out of her forever...

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[EVOC ONE]

When I was a kid we had a neighbor that had a St Bernard and kept it tied with a chain to an iron rod driven into the ground.  The dog wasn't taken care of very well in terms of regular bathing, but was fed reguarly and had the reputation of being mild. We kids would often feed it anything we made have had at any moment.  It or the owners never seemed to mind.

Anyway, another neighbor had a mixed, little Yap-Yap dog that would wonder over to the St. Bernard and bark and tease with it but just out of reach of the Bernards chain.

One day we hear the Yap-Yap dog doing its teasing and suddenly a Yelp! followed by a brief, very brief, wimpering period.  We ran to see what was going on and the Bernard had the little dog in its mouth, shaking it just enough to accomplish its goal.

Seems the Bernard figured out how to unwrap its chain from the steel rod and gained enough length that when the little dog approached and took up its normal position to torment the big dog, it was now well within reach.

Naturally, we defended to big dog.  The little dogs owner didn't have a lot to say when you have half a dozen kids all telling stories of what the little dog did while the big dogs worried owner looked on.  As I recall, when the policeman arrived, he told the little dog owner they should have kept thier dog away from the Bernard.  

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[WylieKy]

I used to have a mutt named Herber that was an absolute coward.  His mother however, a much smaller mutt, was Queen of the Lake (she would kill copperheads on site.)  Herbert was probably about 60 lbs and Dot was maybe 10.  Anyway, one day, Dot treed a 20 lb groundhog (yes, they will climb a tree if they can't get to their hole.)  The thing went to a fork about 8 feet up an apple tree.  Bot Dot and Herber were barking furiously at the groundhog and it looked like it was about to go to sleep.  After a few minuites, my Dad shot the groundhog out of the tree.  It fell dead.  Right onto Herbert, who instantly stopped barking furiously, began screaming (as only a dog can scream) , and ran out of site.  Dot pounced the thing and chewed it up one side and down the other before deciding it was dead and then went looking for her coward son.