Re: It's BAT DOG!
Those Weimaraners are goofy, I like them.
As a teen, one of my best pals was a friends Weimaraner named Scooby.
The dog was constantly pulling weird antics that cracked everyone up.
Back then, alot of folks used to let their dogs wander the neighborhood, no one cared.
Scooby liked to wander, so did I, so he bonded to me as an adopted dog almost.
I found out girls really liked him, thought he was unusual and all ,,, So I took to the habit of taking him walking for hours, and hitting up on the girls that were attracted to him.
Had alot of luck like that, I really owe Scooby a debt.
Never used a leash once, he always trotted right behind me. If we came to a busy street, he would sit right down and wouldn't move until I did.
Caused a sensation taking him into a busy Italian restaurant one time, he saw someone he knew in there, in fact it was the owners brother, and he bounded right on over to him, regardless of who was in his way.
The pizza started to fly, and old Scooby was there getting his share.
This guy was really harmless, fun and goofy, but one thing he was absolutely deadly serious about - Cats.
He would not let a contact with a cat go until the cat either escaped, or was dead. He would sit for hours waiting for his chance to get his fangs into them.
People, other dogs, he was fine with - But killing cats was a major passion for him.
Happened while we were walking once, he saw a cat trying to hide from him on a porch. He went into hunting mode like a robot. I couldn't drag him away so I left and went home to eat, about 2 miles away.
I thought he would follow me as usual, but he stayed right there.
Had my mom drive me over there an hour later, he was still sitting there waiting for the cat to make a move, the cat waiting for Scoob to make a move, and of course the cat was afraid to move even a whisker.
I forced the situation by running at the cat, I could almost hear Scooby saying "Dammit you're messing everything up!!" He realized what I was doing and quickly followed me up the porch, hoping against hope that the panicked feline would head his way, but it was not to be. Once the cat saw Scoob making his move up the porch, it leaped down to the front lawn and quickly hopped a fence into the backyard, then up a tree. So the cat got away, and Scoob, knowing that this hunt was over, followed me into my moms car, we dropped him off in front of his house like any other friend, I said "See ya Scoob", and he trotted into his backyard to see what was happening at home.
It went like that for a couple of years, me and this dog got pretty famous locally ,, And the people who owned him, good friends of mine, thought it was great.
After high school we kind of drifted apart, and I lost touch with Scoob - Glad I wasn't around when he died, that would have ripped me up probably worse that if it was a person.