Skip to comments.Pit bull honored as a hero after saving masterís life for a second time
Posted on 07/28/2012 12:05:32 PM PDT by grundle
A pit bull from Lawrenceville, Ga., is being celebrated as a hero after he saved his master's wife--not once, but twice.
John Benton was headed out to work one day in July 2011 when the 6-year-old dog, Titan, started behaving strangely.
"He was barking and growling and then ran down the steps and got between me and the door," Benton told Fox5 in Atlanta. Benton turned around and went upstairs. There he found his wife, Gloria, had a brain aneurysm, and had fallen and suffered what turned out to be a skull fracture.
"The doctors said that if it had not been for this dog, if he had let me leave that house, she would have either bled to death or the aneurysm would have killed her," Benton told the TV station.
And just eight weeks ago, Titan again came to the rescue of Gloria Benton, the station reported. Early one morning, Titan woke John Benton, who discovered his wife had fallen and broken her hip.
For his heroics, the Humane Society of the United States honored Titan as its second runner up for the fifth annual Dogs of Valor Awards.
Gloria Benton, who hadn't been so keen on having a pit bull in her house, has grown quite fond of Titan.
"He is so special," she told the TV station. "And you just can't give him enough love. He loves to be loved on."
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Well there’s one good Pit Bull.
“And you just can’t give him enough love. He loves to be loved on.”
As they say in China and Korea, “A dog like that... you don’t eat him all at once.”
Puppy tries a daring escape
Ya know we can’t discriminate, right?
KITTEN in Hamster Ball stuck in the middle
I love pit bulls!
Great picture Sal!
I was just over at PetCo (Westheimer/V0ss) and saw a dog that looked just like Phudd. He was looking for a home.
I am so glad you didn’t include a photo.
TheMom is not happy with seven; eight dogs would be a death sentence for me. She barely talks to me now!
Good for him; no one who's owned a "Pitbull" would be surprised at this clever dog's deeds. I don't wish to restart the epic "Pitbull Wars" again here at all but...
I've owned a number of great dogs, very diverse breeds, including some mutts. I've been fortunate that all have been wonderful and each unique.
But the best one without hesitation was my Pit. He was the best guard dog; amiable and spirited in all pursuits; the most intelligent and easily trainable from only weeks old; the most devoted and attune; courageous; and he was sturdy, strong and long-lived. He was the only dog I've had that I describe as thoughtful; sometimes I could see the wheels turning, if ya know what I mean.
Plus he was a bad ass- a great athlete who could run for hours with me and swim across lakes and hike up mountains. And trees. Yeah, he'd liked to climb trees from an early age, he did, as high as he could go. And sometimes higher. I did have to rescue him once when he got into a pickle- too high and far out on a limb lingering long betwixt and between jumping and remaining frozen. We'd play fetch with tennis balls and sticks, but his favorite were large branches-- some up to 6 1/2' that weighed half as much as he. Small crowds of people would gather to take pictures of his herculean exploits along the trails, so he became something of a backwoods legend. I always got a sure sense he was especially satisfied with himself at this.
Never did he show aggression toward a person and got into a kerfuffle only once with another dog-- a poor, misguided, regretful Chow-- who challenged him.
All he ever required of me was to surrender my couch and favorite recliner when he wanted it, and to feed him well and throw him a meaty bone whenever possible...but mostly he desired affection and constant companionship.
Did I mention he never harmed a soul? Not counting the poor Chow.
We live in Houston and the limit is 3 dogs. ssshhhhhh! Don’t tell anyone, we have 4. :D
Aneurysm - terrible!
Oh, this is a keeper! Thanks, Sal!
Great post for a great breed!
Shibumi sent that to me.
If not for his unfailing knack of sending me happy things, I’d have never seen it.
Thank you, Eaker. I’ve been thinking some lately maybe it’s time I get another one.
Great story, but HSUS? No thank you!
As the owner says near the end of the video, “It’s not about the breed. It’s the way they’re raised.”
Thank you for sharing that story.....I enjoyed it....
Am sorry your Pit is no longer with you. I can tell you miss him and loved him beyond words. Amazing how a dog can see straight into your heart.
I had a dog who chose and adopted me. He obviously had good taste. He wasn’t a Pit but had a Pit’s devotion. Cried like a baby when he passed on.
LOLOLOL! This reminds me of a very long time ago when two friends made a wrong turn on vacation in New Orleans and wound up in their convertible in the MLK Day parade. They couldn’t see a white face up ahead or behind them. Her passenger said, “What’ll we do?” Judy answered, “Just shut-up, keep smiling, and wave!” Most everybody waved back.They managed to grin their way on up the street until they could turn off.
Shibumi, this is hilarious!!! Thanks!
Well, then, thanks to the both of you for sharing these “happy things”!
How’s old Alice making out these days?
His little pea brain hasn't accepted the sad fact that he seriously sucks at being a ‘real snake’ and he still cruises his new, spacious condo/Supermax prison, looking for a way out.
After the horrendously bad shed he just went through, thanks to the Mystery Goop he had on his back, you'd *think* he'd appreciate having proper heat, humidity and regular meals and water, again, but *nooooo*....;D
"Nobody know de trouble Ah's seed. Nobody know but me"...;D
[he's been wanting a tin cup but danged if I'm giving him one]
Look out, he may be the Frank Lee Morris of the snake world or Harry Houdini, who, after all, could only shed his skin when he escaped this mortal coil, so Alice has him beat.
I was just going through a box of memorabilia, and found my mom’s note describing the six-year-old floralamiss undressing after school. I was shuffling out of my skin-tight leotards when she asked me how school had been. I answered, “crazy, man, crazy!” Must be how Alice felt. Freeee-dom!
Some of our neighbors have had break-ins.
He is asleep under my desk right now.
Awwwww! Pitt Stop, good boy!
I appreciate the nice words...every now and then those memories need a proper dusting.
That is a fine looking dog, and I well understand your point. You know criminals case the neighborhood before slithering in; knowing what lies behind the door should turn 'em away forthwith. Besides it looks like your boy there is the vigilant type and would announce himself with gusto if they somehow missed the sign- given that mix I'd bet good money on it. And not quite a Welcome Waggin.
When I had my guy he was known well to all within a fair radius. I only rarely locked my door when he was there...he had stellar record too. No trespasses ever recorded.
One of my more unusual memories was a neighbor guy busting in my house brandishing a gun and telling me to keep my dog, Bonkers, away from his pure-bred bitch. He accused my dog of impregnating her.
He waved his gun around threatening to shoot my dog.
Bonkers was a stray before we moved into the neighborhood. I would feed him, and wasn’t long before he joined me on my beach runs in Hawaii. We became an item. I put a collar and tag on him, but could never deny him his freedom. Just couldn’t tie him up. It was his beach first.
Funny, for a beach dog stray, he never ventured into the water. His specialty was crab-digging. He kept his eye on me the whole time I was out there swimming, but I’m sure he would have let me drown if it came to that choice - lol.
Fortunately, the gun-waving neighbor moved away.
Bonkers is buried on the beach he loved.
I’ll be seeing him again.
The erstwhile Bonkers also sounds unforgettable. Lucky you.
LOLOLOL! You kill me, Sal!
Captured him nicely!
A pit/red heeler mix!!
Both brains and brawn. And nice looking to boot!
It so happens I had a Pit/mix that favored yours quite a bit. This is a different dog. Exuberant, headstrong, and tended to always herd me who could have been part Heeler. You can probably recognize that.
I paint a lot myself and this is one of my first efforts done during his last year from a photo with my ex.
I sure do miss the...dog... :)
Tonight he’s singing “Swing Lo, Sweet Cheerio”.
[snakes got no ears...he’s messed up the lyrics a bit]
Remember the photo of the black dog with the rose in his mouth that you sent me? I tried to incorporate the head of the black lab onto that dogs body but I wasn’t happy with it. I may try it again, not so big next time but for now I just painted the people’s cat. It turned out great!
A Dobe body and a Lab body are worlds apart.
You got the other Lab reference photos I sent, didn’t you?
I’ve had art projects that were technically good but something just didn’t ‘look right’ and were, to me, “not successful” even though the clients loved them.
Sometimes, stuff just goes wonky.
For me, mood has a lot to do with it.
If the creative juices aren’t flowing, *nothing* goes right.
[plus, I had to deal with paintng on Harley parts]..;D
Imagine having less than a square foot of available space and somebody brings you a photo of the Sistine Chapel and says “I want this on my tank”.
No wonder I’m jumpy.
Absolutely! I agree! Art and painting dogs in particular is my hobby not my job if it was I’d be as jumpy as you. If I don’t like a piece that I have done, it gets painted over and the person who wants it will just have to wait.
The black lab that I was trying to do is one of those dogs who doesn’t want his picture taken. Dogs that turn away from the camera the instant the shutter snaps. My friend was taking pictures with her phone when the dog’s owner wasn’t looking. Not a usable picture among the lot.
Pictures of the sleeping cat , on the other hand, were great!
To some dogs, the lens of a camera looks enough like an eye that they instinctively avoid a direct gaze.
Really hard to get pics of those guys.
I got out of painting bikes because of the stress.
The average person has no clue how hard it is to paint something that’s less than a foot long and get every tiny detail perfect when the original art they brought you was painted on a 3’ x 5’ canvas, at *least*....~and~ they want it done in a couple of days.
Art on every piece of the bike’s metal used to get me $1500 but even then, it wasn’t worth the aggravation, especially when they’d bring me really stupid, tacky reference stuff or want 3 pieces of art, none of which related to the others *at all* and produced in incohesive, without-flow ‘flea market art’ look.
In the last few years, I’d donate stuff for dog rescue auctions and breed shows.
They’re never snarky and always grateful.