Has your dog ever attacked anyone to defend you?

Yes, it happened twice.

  1. we had a shepherd years ago.

She was never professionally trained to protect people. However, she had this skill innate and regarded it as her duty. But she was completely controlled by me. If someone visited us, she made sure that no one gets too close to me. Everyone would be warned with their grumbling first…. so I always had to say to her that it’s okay if someone wanted to hug me. Then she accepted that but always stayed on guard. Once a young guy visited us. He said he likes dogs and wanted to prove that the dogs like him too. He just wanted to put a hand on my shoulder to prove it. Before I could say anything, he had stretched out his arm to me…. at that moment my shepherd had made a quick decision and jumped on my Attacker without a warning. I immediately called her back… and she had parried immediately. In her jump bow, she had turned in the air and fallen back to the ground, sat down and just rolled. And everything went well. I praised them and then. – with their consent – shaken with the guy’s hand – before having to treat him. Since my dog suf aimed his throat, the young man had already got a slightly bleeding scratch on his throat…. I would also like to say that I could easily teach my shepherd dog that small children are a taboo. She had grasped this very quickly and all the friends of my son (8 years old) could romp around as they wanted and also play with her. She was really a super dog.

  • Then we had a Doberman.
  • It’s a very different case. Once my husband sent a limo to the airport to pick me up after a long trip. The car drove in front of our house, stopped and the chauffeur got out and opened my door for me. I got out and I noticed my Doberman slowly approaching us. Immediately I instructed the chauffeur to “freeze” – absolutely no movement! The dog passed at full speed. And with his eyes and all his muscles he had the man in his sights. I could only stop this attack at the last moment by standing in front of the man, stretching out my arms to the dog and commanding him loudly to stop. Then I – as usual – touched the man and told my dog that it was a friend. The dog had apparently completely calmed down and everything was good. But the dog was a doberman – not a shepherd! That’s why I thanked the man and told him that he can now turn around very slowly and get into the car. I had the dog on foot. The man had slowly turned around and was about to get into the car. – when my doberman took a short lead in a lightning fast and grabbed him by his butt. Then he would be locked up by me in the garage for punishment. The man had taken it really like a sport. His butt had hurt him – but it was not an open wound and so he had been content with an apology. And I gave him a pack of nice T-bone steaks (from my freezer). And then we just stayed friends. There is only one thing to say about this: a shepherd is a shepherd dog. A Doberman is just a Doberman….. 🙂 M

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