Skip to comments.Good Dog! Rescued German Shepherd Saves Adopter from Carbon Monoxide Poisoning
Posted on 03/06/2014 7:13:51 PM PST by chrisinoc
A Novato mans dog obtained from a rescue organization is being credited with returning the favor by saving his life after he was overcome with carbon monoxide poisoning.
Max, a 90-pound German Shepherd, seemed to know his owner, 80-year-old Jack Farrell was in serious trouble after a wall heater malfunctioned, filling their home with natural gas and carbon monoxide.
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What a beautiful, smart dog!
Best dogs in the world
But others are cool too.
That is one very smart dog. He literally dragged his unconscious or barely-conscious owner to safety.
Shepherds are known to be intelligent, but 90lbs? That’s a lotta dog.
90 is about upper limit of what they should be.
Funny, most people think they are “big” dogs and should weigh 120. Brag about theirs who is oversized. To those, I say pish-tosh.
My first rescue Ibizan Hound Minny did the same or better.
My woodstove backed up and I was unconscious from the smoke that had filled the whole house.
I came to with her jumping up and down on my chest, barking in my face.
It was dog CPR.
If not for her, she, I and my other dogs would have simply died that night.
My two dogs are 112 (male) and 88 pounds (female).
I have had at least two others in the 100-110 pound range.
WOW! Dog is God spelled backwards. :-)
Far as I’m concerned most of them are like angels...who watch over us and help when needed. I had a standard poodle who I think saved my life one night. She was part of me - oh how I miss her.
But from Cat we only get Tac.
No one can convince me that God did not put her in my life.
I got her from the shelter literally 10 minutes before they closed on the very last day of *her* life, she, having used up not only the first week of holding but 2 more weeks given her by the sight hound loving shelter manager.
From that moment on, we were inseparable.
She got me through a lot of rough times, besides the smoke as I had, at that time, a brutal, physically abusive husband.
The final time he attacked me, he was strangling me and that sweet, harmless dog found the unknown courage in herself to jump on his back, interrupting him.
He took a swing at her and I flipped.
He hid my guns that night and slept with the door locked and left the next day.
She passed away March 13, 2002 and not a day has gone by that I have not grieved for her.
I hope I see her again, some day.
I cannot fathom that God would send me such an angel and not gather her back to Himself when she died.
Have you seen this? It says it all.
There’s Big and then there’s plain old Fat. Of course if you have a big dog, you may need to have an exercise plan. Any youngish dog will get into more mischief if they have vast reserves of unspent energy, just like your average 7 year old child when they need some excitement.
Your story has brought tears to my eyes. And I won’t try to convince you that God did not put her in your life.
I have wondered if we get to see them again...I sure hope so, it is hard to imagine heaven without the animals we have loved so much.
AWWEE, thanks for posting this.....my dog definitely gets to sleep on the bed tonight!
Well, she does anyway...but extra hugs tonight. :-)
Thank you for your comments.
I have a sister whose husband wants a dog but she is resisting the idea because she doesn’t like dogs, a legacy from our mother. I provide information such as this story and your comments to her, trying to get her to come around and let her husband have a dog.
Rescue dogs are often very grateful and show it in many ways.
The only thing to do when you lose a loved one like that is get another. Several years ago I lost a wonderful Chocolate Lab/Weimaraner cross I’d had for about 10 yeas to cancer. He was a rescue dog who’d gotten me trough some hard times and he’d been saved from a bad situation by a really decent woman. Never has the loss of a dog hurt as much as losing him did. I solved the problem by adopting a Great Dane puppy, who’s now 110 lb. (small for a male Dane) of pure love. Nevertheless, my late Weimador has a special spot in my heart and I’m shedding a ear writing this.
A floor plug had shorted out and had caught the sofa on fire. Bobo kept our house from burning down. Good dog!
Thank you for sharing your story. It’s great that she survived in the shelter - - it’s like she was meant to be with you. I’m so glad the dog saved you and that it seems that you’re in a better place now. Dogs become an integral part of the family and become almost like a child. I suspect you’ll see her again some day. God bless you.
My mom’s was 105lbs at his peak of health. No fat either. With my mom he was a big giant baby. Slept right next to her side of the bed. Would eat you if he thought you meant her harm though. She fed him the bones and meat diet though so he got real food and he knew who fed him. Don’t damage the cook.
I pulled this guy out of the shelter on his last day for our rescue. He is at 90 pounds and height and weight proportional. He is still available.
The ladies at shelter said it was weird.
She never once got up to look at anyone who came to see her.
She just laid on her blanket and ignored them, with her back turned.
When I came in, I squatted down and put my fingers through the wire.
She got up, walked over and BIT my finger!
The women were devastated.
They thought she’d blown her only chance.
I looked up from where I was sitting and said “Get my dog out of this damn cage.”
There was much rejoicing.
When I got her home, it got even weirder than that.
My mom “recognized” her which was impossible due the breed’s rarity.
So mom said “Marnie” and the dog turned and glared at her.
Turns out the dog belonged to mom’s friend who had run off with her husband’s money and gone to Chicago, leaving the dog behind.
“Marnie” left the yard after a few weeks and her still-fastened collar was found along RT 40 but she herself had really not gone far from her house.
The SPCA picked her up about a half mile from there where she’d been running loose and surviving on her own.
So many crazy things had to all work together for us to be together.
I don’t get a newspaper but by dumb luck, I bought a Sunday paper one week, which had her and all the other shelter dogs up for adoption.
And then, it was a few days after my birthday which was important because otherwise, I’d have not had money to get her, the ex being such a stingy control freak.
[yes, there was arguments there but that little bit of money was mine and so was she, now]
*Way* too many ‘coincidences’.
At the time, I had no idea how many times and ways she was to save me.
I really loved that dog.
By the time she passed, I had her two of her sister’s pups here.
He niece and nephew helped a lot but I really did fall apart.
With no exaggeration, I cried every day for a solid year.
Then, it became every other day and each passing year went on like that until it was “only” once a week, etc.
Her grand-niece Djinni was the one who started the healing and Odin came along in 2009 and I finally stopped crying so often.
Now, I can finally talk about her without too many tears....mostly.
My mother despises animals, wholesale.
My dad ‘liked’ them but didn’t treat them very kindly.
[I don’t know where I came from, really :) ]
I feel so sorry for your brother in law.
It’s a shame for a man to not have a dog.
I hope her heart softens.
Yes, I’ve seen that I love it.
Thank you for that post.
Yeah, I’m trying but I know that I’m dealing with a stubborn woman.
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