Guaranteed Poo in the Pants Moment

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Re: Guaranteed Poo in the Pants Moment

That actually is kinda scary. It almost looks photo shopped though. I've been bitten by dogs twice while riding. Both German shepherds. The second dog didn't live to tell his buddies what I tasted like.
 
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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: TLong</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Why were you riding German Shephards?
Does look p.s.'d </div></div>

At the local SPCA dog pound. They kinda frown on people riding the dogs there but if you tell them your gonna take one home they generally allow it. They got pretty mad when I shot the second one that bit me, I'm banned from riding anymore dogs there.

*edit* I misread, thought you said "where". "Why" is a completely different reason I do not care to go into on a public forum.
 
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It is Photoshopped. The pic of the little girl as well as the lady and show up frequently in posts over on ARF. Buncha real comedians over there ya know.
 
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When i rode my bike to visit my folks one mean ass mixed breed dog would always try to eat my legs. So one day just before i got to the house i tied an old pants leg to my crash bars and rode on down the block, sure enough that m/f was waiting for me. This time i slowed down a tad and the dog grabbed the pants leg, i twisted the wick and dog went thump thump thump for abt 50 feet before letting go. After that when he saw me he would just back up and bark like a good dog.
 
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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: mexican match</div><div class="ubbcode-body">When i rode my bike to visit my folks one mean ass mixed breed dog would always try to eat my legs. So one day just before i got to the house i tied an old pants leg to my crash bars and rode on down the block, sure enough that m/f was waiting for me. This time i slowed down a tad and the dog grabbed the pants leg, i twisted the wick and dog went thump thump thump for abt 50 feet before letting go. After that when he saw me he would just back up and bark like a good dog. </div></div>

My Grandpa took a couple burlap bags and held them in place with the hub caps on his truck to train one of the neighbors dogs to not chase cars
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Re: Guaranteed Poo in the Pants Moment

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Bucksquirelly</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: TLong</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Why were you riding German Shephards?
Does look p.s.'d </div></div>

At the local SPCA dog pound. They kinda frown on people riding the dogs there but if you tell them your gonna take one home they generally allow it. They got pretty mad when I shot the second one that bit me, I'm banned from riding anymore dogs there.

*edit* I misread, thought you said "where". "Why" is a completely different reason I do not care to go into on a public forum. </div></div>

LMAO! Man you are burnt, funny, but burnt!!!
 
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<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: TLong</div><div class="ubbcode-body">I think its a malinois...could be wrong. </div></div>

Way to furry for a malinois,and too bic.Looks like one of those Tibetan Mastiffs.I too though,could be wrong.
 
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Ah, memories.

When I was about 10, my parents and I were walking from the boathouse parking lot to our slip to get our boat and go fishing. A cute girl who was in my class lived next door to the boathouse and I saw her about 100 yards away, walking from her yard toward us with a GSD on a leash. I took off running toward her.

I'd taken about three strides before "Jeep" broke loose from her grip and was charging me at about 40 mph, teeth bared, snarling and ears back. I turned and fled in terror. As I ran past my Mom, she swung a 5-gallon steel minnow bucket full of water and little fishes like it was a ping-pong paddle and smacked Jeep up side 'da head. He went ass over teakettle down the bank and into the lake. I didn't slow down 'till I got to the state line.

Just as I'd reached my mother, Jeep had got his teeth on my right heel. He slit the canvas from my instep all the way back to the strip at the back of the heel. Why I didn't trip and do a face plant I'll never know but those Chuck Taylors were a cherished keepsake for many years.

Jeep, as it happened, was a retired military guard dog. His new owners soon figured out this was not an animal that could be trusted to a 10-year old girl with a leash.