one of the main reasons i got dandy was for protection - i lived in the middle of the bush, so bears were a problem in addition to late-night cruisers. i also had my daughter, who was a houdini bolter - and the house was bounded in front by a dirt road (known to city-dwellers as a "NASCAR qualifying track") and the river out back.
once, i was woken up by someone knocking at the door at 1am. i automatically figured someone'd taken the ditch (again - i lived across the bridge from a nasty grade with a sharp hairpin turn halfway down and if your tires aren't REAL GOOD, you better know how to drift - as in:
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outside the door were two guys, both of them a bit wobbly on their feet. out front on the road, i could see a pickup truck, not running but the lights still on. "truck broke down or they're out of gas," i thought, and let them in. as usual, i had dandy in the bedroom - the door to the bedroom was in the livingroom, right opposite the door to come into the house (if you follow the floorplan). dandy, uncharacteristically, fell silent when the guys started to explain their truck wasn't running. i could hear him sniffing at the bottom of the door. i said sure, you can use the phone and went to go get it - it was on the wall right around the corner from the bedroom door - fortuitous, as it turned out, because when i turned to bring it back into the livingroom, one of the guys was standing at the door looking out (keeping guard?) while the other was ***right behind me*** - close enough i could smell that they'd been drinking heavily. that was when i also noticed his eyes had that curiously dead look of the truly obliterated.
"so.... you're alone here, then?" he asked. i said "well... not exactly."
"you married, then?"
"no - but i have my daughter sleeping in this room - one second" and i opened the door.
0.2 seconds later, the guys were literally high-stepping it out of the house, dandy raging and snapping at their heels. i still had the phone in my hand, so i called 911 and reported the truck (which magically started working again). i said i didn't have the license plate, but it's the one with the dog chasing it.
twice, dandy prevented my daughter from going into the river - once, he also had to protect her from my mother's goldendoodle who apparently misread the play and was actively trying to bite the back of her legs and butt (dandy ended up sitting on saari to keep her down while he held off looseyfur and barked for help - i was in the basement splitting wood and never even knew not only that she'd woken up from her nap but that she'd worked out how to undo the locks *again*).
when out walking through town, a neighbour's ancient italian mastiff got loose. he was very old and decrepit and clearly in a lot of pain - he had cherry-eye so bad he was virtually blind and you could see lumps all over his skin, some of them oozing. dandy put himself between the dog and me and my daughter, then kept backing up which pushed us back from the dog. when we were about maybe 6 or 8 ft back, he stepped forward again, dropped his head and every hair on his back and mane stood straight up (wish i had a camera - he looked *impressive!*). never made a sound, but we (i and the dog's mortified and frightened owner - she told me the dog was child- and dog-aggressive) could see dandy's lip fluttering to expose his teeth. once the owner got the leash on the dog - he resisted for a moment - dandy relaxed and was his happy, hippy self again.
that's his "thing" - pushing me back from perceived threats such as drunk ppl, crazy ppl, ppl with wierd dead animals on their heads, and high-speed traffic (although landing smack on top of a very large thistle when he shoved and i fell into the ditch was not much better - i think i'd've taken the hit, instead).