It's fine Don. When I was a young rookie cop and hadn't quite learned the ropes yet, I was called asshole, dickead, jerkoff, dumbfuck and just about every name under the sun just about every day on the street. You get used to it.
Our GSD "Roush" and Queensland Heeler "Shelby" would run the neighbors and my fence and try to fight with the neighbor's dogs. They tore up the ground and the last straw happened when Shelby got bit through the fence. $1800 emergency vet bill to sew her lower lip back together.I put an invisible fence up to keep the dogs 5 feet from the fence. It works, but the first zap on Shelby she wanted nothing to do with that hot zone. Roush on the other hand ran into the zone, started yipping and running in circles for a good 30 seconds, just getting shocked.Once it stopped, he ran back into the house and right into his kennel and he hid in it for a while.Now they run back and forth just out of the hot zone and bark at the neighbor dogs.
Dogs hang themselves all the time with collars. I don't have collars for my dogs either.
Traveling Wilburys - End Of The Line
I helped deliver a baby girl to the world today. Sella Reneé. 6lbs 11oz. 19". 2:45pm. Jenny went into full labor when we were at Cabella's of all places. when we got to the hospital by ambulance she was already dilated to a 10. she came that close to giving birth in the ambulance. 20 minutes later and after 3 full pushes this baby girl decided to meet the world. holding mom's hand and one of her legs back to put her in delivery position and watching her take her first breath. what a thrill. I cut the cord on a new life.