I've owned more dogs than I can remember very well. Lots of hounds, several English Mastiffs, Lab Mixes of various flavors, etc.
The dog I remember most vividly as a bad - bad idea (in retrospect) for me was an Akita. It grew to be about 150 lbs. and he was a good dog around most folks, but the akita and my uncle never hit it off. One day my uncle was here around the farm and for whatever unknown reason, my akita decided to jump him - tried to go for my uncle's throat. He put his arm up, dog got in on him, grabbed his forearm and started shaking my uncle like a rag doll (this is all heresay because I was at work.)
When I drove home, I see Shogun (the akita) tied to the carport and covered in blood, my wife comes running out of the house screaming and babbling incoherantly and I was worried the dog was hurt or something and wondering with that much blood why didn't she take him to the vet - but he seemed happy and spry enough, so I was trying to piece things together.
Eventually I'm able to make out "uncle" and "attacked" and glean some measure of what transpired -- my grandmother who lives next door to me had rushed my uncle to the ER with his forearm hanging in ribbons and both radius and ulna exposed from his elbow to wrist.
I shook my head and asked why my grandfather hadn't shot the dog as I walked inside for my shotgun, and she told me she hadn't let my grandfather shoot him because he was a good dog, and he'd tried, but she stood between Papa and the dog and told him if he shot the dog he'd have to shoot her too ... (so my grandfather had left disgusted).
To shorten things -- My uncle was in microsurgery for about 8 hours getting his arm rebuilt - the dog had basically torn all the meat off the bones from elbow to wrist where my uncle put his arm across his throat.
We took the dog to the vet - vet did a 7 day evaluation then had the dog put down and did an autopsy - turned out the Akita had a golf-ball sized tumor in his brain. I dunno if the tumor mattered to his erratic behavior, but I figure it didn't help things any.
My uncle regained about 75-80% use of his left arm.
Personally - as bad as this may sound, but I was glad that when the dog snapped - he attacked my uncle. If he had to attack anyone, at least it was family.
The dog I remember most vividly as a bad - bad idea (in retrospect) for me was an Akita. It grew to be about 150 lbs. and he was a good dog around most folks, but the akita and my uncle never hit it off. One day my uncle was here around the farm and for whatever unknown reason, my akita decided to jump him - tried to go for my uncle's throat. He put his arm up, dog got in on him, grabbed his forearm and started shaking my uncle like a rag doll (this is all heresay because I was at work.)
When I drove home, I see Shogun (the akita) tied to the carport and covered in blood, my wife comes running out of the house screaming and babbling incoherantly and I was worried the dog was hurt or something and wondering with that much blood why didn't she take him to the vet - but he seemed happy and spry enough, so I was trying to piece things together.
Eventually I'm able to make out "uncle" and "attacked" and glean some measure of what transpired -- my grandmother who lives next door to me had rushed my uncle to the ER with his forearm hanging in ribbons and both radius and ulna exposed from his elbow to wrist.
I shook my head and asked why my grandfather hadn't shot the dog as I walked inside for my shotgun, and she told me she hadn't let my grandfather shoot him because he was a good dog, and he'd tried, but she stood between Papa and the dog and told him if he shot the dog he'd have to shoot her too ... (so my grandfather had left disgusted).
To shorten things -- My uncle was in microsurgery for about 8 hours getting his arm rebuilt - the dog had basically torn all the meat off the bones from elbow to wrist where my uncle put his arm across his throat.
We took the dog to the vet - vet did a 7 day evaluation then had the dog put down and did an autopsy - turned out the Akita had a golf-ball sized tumor in his brain. I dunno if the tumor mattered to his erratic behavior, but I figure it didn't help things any.
My uncle regained about 75-80% use of his left arm.
Personally - as bad as this may sound, but I was glad that when the dog snapped - he attacked my uncle. If he had to attack anyone, at least it was family.
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