These are my furbabies. The one with all the teeth is Isis, and the White Shepherd with the big tongue is Petunia.
Posted on 05/25/2018 12:19:01 PM PDT by BBell
That pitbull will regret this day. Now, every Tuesday at the same time, they will keep returning.
They're free to do that. But if they want to come interrupt me in my own home, I make double sure they regret it.
Your father’s approach was good.
My mother was more subtle. She’d invite them in, give them coffee, cookies, and a LOT of small talk. She’d act all interested and naive. This would go on for maybe an hour or more I came home from school one day and that’s what was going on. I asked her what she was doing. She said that if they were there with her, then they weren’t bothering other people who might actually be interested.
When it was about time for Mom to call an end to the session, she’d tell them. “I understand. That’s what my husband preached about last Sunday.” They couldn’t get away from that preacher’s wife fast enough.
I certainly hope you are a male.
I have two big slobber buckets who have scared more than one solicitor off. Once, told the furbabies to back off and the UPS guy took a step back. Poor guy but we still laugh about it. That may be why he now tosses packages on the drive without slowing down.
Our big newfie didn’t know he could make a sound for the first several years. One night, he went outside with Mr. b and Mr. b heard this deep low growl behind him and thought it was the end until he realized it was the dog spying a possum. The vet wouldn’t neuter him (the dog) because he is so easy going. The cats loooove and rub all over their dog buddies. When they were kittens, they were so proud and pranced around playing walk under the dogs.
They used to knock on my door with annoying regularity when I worked the night shift. No amount of polite “please stop doing this” stopped them.
Then one bright sunny morning I answered the door completely nude.
That stopped it for good.
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This one time I had Mormons show up at the door... I invited them in. It was a trap.
I quickly exposed that, after they agreed that they followed the Ten Commandments, that they couldn’t name more than six of them. The next two hourse were me giving a religion lecture to them.
I invited them back for another session but they never took me up on it for some reason.
Good dog.
They're harmless, but predatory. I remember hearing years ago that some of them scan obituary columns so they could target people who had just lost a loved one and thus were in a very vulnerable state. I never thought much of it until they showed up at my in-law's neighbor's house the day after her husband's funeral. She was a feisty old Jewish lady and she loudly chased them off her porch. And when my Dad passed away, just like clockwork, they were at my front door within a week-- and I don't think I'd ever even seen them in our neighborhood before that. I can't respect such tactics.
I don’t believe in siccing the pit bulls on the JWs. They are religious, in their own way. My last conversation with them went something like this:
“I wear a suit five days a week so I’m not wearing one on Sunday. I insist on giving and receiving birthday and Christmas presents. I will drink beer but only on days ending in “y.” And there are some countries that need their butts kicked because they are bad. If you can’t work with that, don’t bother with me.”
If only we could train dogs to attack telemarketers who claim to be from the IRS.
Anyway, some JWs came to the door one day and my husband sold them most of the books the publisher had sent me. None of them were aware of the WWII persecution. I thought it was pretty funny that we sent them away with literature (and they paid for it).
I like to talk with them about Buddhism when they come to the house. I don’t think they are prepared to talk with an atheist who actually believes in something and has conservative values. Mormons seem more interested.
One old JW couple kept coming back. But the last time, I was on the porch spraying some rather toxic deck bleach/cleaner on the floorboards. Haven’t seen them again. Maybe I should keep a pump sprayer full of water in the front coat closet and get it out when I see them coming up the street.
This is a double shame, that the woman was injured and that the dog, with no prior complaints, had to die.
We tried that once. Got a newbie. She could not talk her way around any of our points. She came back the next day, with her trainer. As soon as we started making salient points, she grabbed the newbie’s arm, and said, “Come on. We’re getting out of here”. The woman looked like evil personified. She actually looked like a deadly snake. I can’t exactly describe how, but I just saw a serpentine look to her. I felt sorry for the newbie; she was very nice, and you could tell she had been hornswaggled, because she didn’t know anything about Christianity, when we were telling her about it.
These are my furbabies. The one with all the teeth is Isis, and the White Shepherd with the big tongue is Petunia.
Awww, pretty babies.
Lol!
Great Danes are quite something to behold.
Please see my post #58 in this thread.
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