Posted on 03/06/2014 7:13:51 PM PST by chrisinoc
A Novato man’s 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.
He’s gorgeous!
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.
Good boy!
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.
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.
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