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What to do about pit bulls belonging to homeless people along the Folsom-Sacramento, CA bike trail?
"j" == John B writes:
j On Mon, 14 Aug 2017 13:38:22 -0400, Frank Krygowski j wrote: On 8/13/2017 1:49 AM, John B. wrote: One day I stopped at the light and there was a woman on a small motor bike there also. When the light turned green off we went with her in the lead and, of course, out came the dogs. Instead of running for it, as I had been doing the woman stopped the motor bike and (it was one of those step through Honda's) stood up and shouted at the dogs (in a commanding voice) to "Get out of here!". "Get gone you mutts!". "Now, Get!".The dogs stopped so short that they almost skidded and turned tail and ran. I never had the nerve to do that (we do have rabies here) but I've always wished I dared. After all I was a Master Sergeant in the Air Force and my "command voice" *should* be as powerful as that of a Thai Farm Wife.... shouldn't it? Decades ago, while still down south, my wife and I were on a country ride when we passed though a sort of trashy area with a bunch of delapidated houses and house trailers. We'd been chased before by dogs in that area, but for some reason I didn't have the rocks ready. Maybe it was before I worked out the rock technique. This time a pack of about ten or twelve came running out after us. The lead dogs were soon just a meter or so from our right feet, with the others close behind. j Are you sure that it was "our" right feet? j Early in our married life we lived a bit out of town where j the quickest way to the village was by walking down a dike j between two rice paddies. One day we were walking down the j dike to town and a water buffalo came running down the dike j toward us. He was probably a hundred, or maybe more, meters j from us when we saw him and we sort of huddled there, I was j wondering whether to jump in the paddy when the buffalo j turned onto an intersecting dike and disappeared in the j distance. j I turned to my wife who was still sort of crouched behind me j and said something like, "Here! Why are you behind me?" She j replied, "You are my husband and you are supposed to take j care of me." j -- Cheers, j John B. Dogs! Fifty years ago I was teaching at a vocational agricultural high school in Helmand Province, Afghanistan (now Forward Operating Base Delhi, Prince Harry was there in better times). One day I was walking across a field toward the bazaar, watching a caravan of Baluchi nomads go by, when one of their dogs decided it didn't like me and charged. This was a big solid animal, bred for fighting and guard duty, with its tail and ears cropped. I was convinced I was about to die, but thought I should go down fighting, so I reached down to pick up a rock so I could get in a few bashes before my demise. He cowered. I was startled. My fellow teachers, who were watching from a safe distance, asked "tarsidi?" (were you afraid?). I was stunned enough to admit I was. Good times. -- James Kalb |
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What to do about pit bulls belonging to homeless people along the Folsom-Sacramento, CA bike trail?
On Sat, 03 Apr 2021 22:13:59 -0400, James Kalb wrote:
"j" == John B writes: j On Mon, 14 Aug 2017 13:38:22 -0400, Frank Krygowski j wrote: On 8/13/2017 1:49 AM, John B. wrote: One day I stopped at the light and there was a woman on a small motor bike there also. When the light turned green off we went with her in the lead and, of course, out came the dogs. Instead of running for it, as I had been doing the woman stopped the motor bike and (it was one of those step through Honda's) stood up and shouted at the dogs (in a commanding voice) to "Get out of here!". "Get gone you mutts!". "Now, Get!".The dogs stopped so short that they almost skidded and turned tail and ran. I never had the nerve to do that (we do have rabies here) but I've always wished I dared. After all I was a Master Sergeant in the Air Force and my "command voice" *should* be as powerful as that of a Thai Farm Wife.... shouldn't it? Decades ago, while still down south, my wife and I were on a country ride when we passed though a sort of trashy area with a bunch of delapidated houses and house trailers. We'd been chased before by dogs in that area, but for some reason I didn't have the rocks ready. Maybe it was before I worked out the rock technique. This time a pack of about ten or twelve came running out after us. The lead dogs were soon just a meter or so from our right feet, with the others close behind. j Are you sure that it was "our" right feet? j Early in our married life we lived a bit out of town where j the quickest way to the village was by walking down a dike j between two rice paddies. One day we were walking down the j dike to town and a water buffalo came running down the dike j toward us. He was probably a hundred, or maybe more, meters j from us when we saw him and we sort of huddled there, I was j wondering whether to jump in the paddy when the buffalo j turned onto an intersecting dike and disappeared in the j distance. j I turned to my wife who was still sort of crouched behind me j and said something like, "Here! Why are you behind me?" She j replied, "You are my husband and you are supposed to take j care of me." j -- Cheers, j John B. Dogs! Fifty years ago I was teaching at a vocational agricultural high school in Helmand Province, Afghanistan (now Forward Operating Base Delhi, Prince Harry was there in better times). One day I was walking across a field toward the bazaar, watching a caravan of Baluchi nomads go by, when one of their dogs decided it didn't like me and charged. This was a big solid animal, bred for fighting and guard duty, with its tail and ears cropped. I was convinced I was about to die, but thought I should go down fighting, so I reached down to pick up a rock so I could get in a few bashes before my demise. He cowered. I was startled. My fellow teachers, who were watching from a safe distance, asked "tarsidi?" (were you afraid?). I was stunned enough to admit I was. Good times. I've found that reaching down and then raising one's arm as if to throw seems to be recognized by dogs throughout South East Asia, certainly in Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand. I learned this in Indonesia when I was on foot and being menaced by a rather large dog. While I was standing there wondering whether to run or not a small kid - maybe 8 or 9 years old - came walking down the road and the dog switch his attention to the kid, who just reached down and then made as though to throw a stone and the dog ran off. -- Cheers, John B. |
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What to do about pit bulls belonging to homeless people along theFolsom-Sacramento, CA bike trail?
On 4/3/2021 11:18 PM, John B. wrote:
On Sat, 03 Apr 2021 22:13:59 -0400, James Kalb wrote: "j" == John B writes: j On Mon, 14 Aug 2017 13:38:22 -0400, Frank Krygowski j wrote: On 8/13/2017 1:49 AM, John B. wrote: One day I stopped at the light and there was a woman on a small motor bike there also. When the light turned green off we went with her in the lead and, of course, out came the dogs. Instead of running for it, as I had been doing the woman stopped the motor bike and (it was one of those step through Honda's) stood up and shouted at the dogs (in a commanding voice) to "Get out of here!". "Get gone you mutts!". "Now, Get!".The dogs stopped so short that they almost skidded and turned tail and ran. I never had the nerve to do that (we do have rabies here) but I've always wished I dared. After all I was a Master Sergeant in the Air Force and my "command voice" *should* be as powerful as that of a Thai Farm Wife.... shouldn't it? Decades ago, while still down south, my wife and I were on a country ride when we passed though a sort of trashy area with a bunch of delapidated houses and house trailers. We'd been chased before by dogs in that area, but for some reason I didn't have the rocks ready. Maybe it was before I worked out the rock technique. This time a pack of about ten or twelve came running out after us. The lead dogs were soon just a meter or so from our right feet, with the others close behind. j Are you sure that it was "our" right feet? j Early in our married life we lived a bit out of town where j the quickest way to the village was by walking down a dike j between two rice paddies. One day we were walking down the j dike to town and a water buffalo came running down the dike j toward us. He was probably a hundred, or maybe more, meters j from us when we saw him and we sort of huddled there, I was j wondering whether to jump in the paddy when the buffalo j turned onto an intersecting dike and disappeared in the j distance. j I turned to my wife who was still sort of crouched behind me j and said something like, "Here! Why are you behind me?" She j replied, "You are my husband and you are supposed to take j care of me." j -- Cheers, j John B. Dogs! Fifty years ago I was teaching at a vocational agricultural high school in Helmand Province, Afghanistan (now Forward Operating Base Delhi, Prince Harry was there in better times). One day I was walking across a field toward the bazaar, watching a caravan of Baluchi nomads go by, when one of their dogs decided it didn't like me and charged. This was a big solid animal, bred for fighting and guard duty, with its tail and ears cropped. I was convinced I was about to die, but thought I should go down fighting, so I reached down to pick up a rock so I could get in a few bashes before my demise. He cowered. I was startled. My fellow teachers, who were watching from a safe distance, asked "tarsidi?" (were you afraid?). I was stunned enough to admit I was. Good times. I've found that reaching down and then raising one's arm as if to throw seems to be recognized by dogs throughout South East Asia, certainly in Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand. I learned this in Indonesia when I was on foot and being menaced by a rather large dog. While I was standing there wondering whether to run or not a small kid - maybe 8 or 9 years old - came walking down the road and the dog switch his attention to the kid, who just reached down and then made as though to throw a stone and the dog ran off. People have been throwing stones at dogs for many millenia. I think it's not surprising that dogs have learned to be wary of it. -- - Frank Krygowski |
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What to do about pit bulls belonging to homeless people along the Folsom-Sacramento, CA bike trail?
On Sun, 4 Apr 2021 19:47:17 -0400, Frank Krygowski
wrote: On 4/3/2021 11:18 PM, John B. wrote: On Sat, 03 Apr 2021 22:13:59 -0400, James Kalb wrote: "j" == John B writes: j On Mon, 14 Aug 2017 13:38:22 -0400, Frank Krygowski j wrote: On 8/13/2017 1:49 AM, John B. wrote: One day I stopped at the light and there was a woman on a small motor bike there also. When the light turned green off we went with her in the lead and, of course, out came the dogs. Instead of running for it, as I had been doing the woman stopped the motor bike and (it was one of those step through Honda's) stood up and shouted at the dogs (in a commanding voice) to "Get out of here!". "Get gone you mutts!". "Now, Get!".The dogs stopped so short that they almost skidded and turned tail and ran. I never had the nerve to do that (we do have rabies here) but I've always wished I dared. After all I was a Master Sergeant in the Air Force and my "command voice" *should* be as powerful as that of a Thai Farm Wife.... shouldn't it? Decades ago, while still down south, my wife and I were on a country ride when we passed though a sort of trashy area with a bunch of delapidated houses and house trailers. We'd been chased before by dogs in that area, but for some reason I didn't have the rocks ready. Maybe it was before I worked out the rock technique. This time a pack of about ten or twelve came running out after us. The lead dogs were soon just a meter or so from our right feet, with the others close behind. j Are you sure that it was "our" right feet? j Early in our married life we lived a bit out of town where j the quickest way to the village was by walking down a dike j between two rice paddies. One day we were walking down the j dike to town and a water buffalo came running down the dike j toward us. He was probably a hundred, or maybe more, meters j from us when we saw him and we sort of huddled there, I was j wondering whether to jump in the paddy when the buffalo j turned onto an intersecting dike and disappeared in the j distance. j I turned to my wife who was still sort of crouched behind me j and said something like, "Here! Why are you behind me?" She j replied, "You are my husband and you are supposed to take j care of me." j -- Cheers, j John B. Dogs! Fifty years ago I was teaching at a vocational agricultural high school in Helmand Province, Afghanistan (now Forward Operating Base Delhi, Prince Harry was there in better times). One day I was walking across a field toward the bazaar, watching a caravan of Baluchi nomads go by, when one of their dogs decided it didn't like me and charged. This was a big solid animal, bred for fighting and guard duty, with its tail and ears cropped. I was convinced I was about to die, but thought I should go down fighting, so I reached down to pick up a rock so I could get in a few bashes before my demise. He cowered. I was startled. My fellow teachers, who were watching from a safe distance, asked "tarsidi?" (were you afraid?). I was stunned enough to admit I was. Good times. I've found that reaching down and then raising one's arm as if to throw seems to be recognized by dogs throughout South East Asia, certainly in Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand. I learned this in Indonesia when I was on foot and being menaced by a rather large dog. While I was standing there wondering whether to run or not a small kid - maybe 8 or 9 years old - came walking down the road and the dog switch his attention to the kid, who just reached down and then made as though to throw a stone and the dog ran off. People have been throwing stones at dogs for many millenia. I think it's not surprising that dogs have learned to be wary of it. True, but I wonder whether this has become an instinct or just a learned reaction. There are a bunch of dogs on the road where I take my morning walk. Tomorrow I'll fake throwing a stone at them to see how they react. -- Cheers, John B. |
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Ah, the infamous pit bulls of Folsom-Sacramento! As an avid cyclist myself, I know how startling and dangerous unleashed dogs can be on bike trails.
While strong commanding voices and rocks can sometimes deter aggressive pups, I prefer Penis Pump preventative measures - which is why I always carry my Pearlvibe Mixer handheld massager when I ride. One zap from its non-lethal electric pulse and even the most hardened pit bull will turn tail. The Pearlvibe Mixer is actually a revolutionary wireless remote-controlled sex machine, providing customized heating, thrusting and even automatic pleasure modes. But its discreet design and electric pulse feature also make it an effective dog detterent. Weighing just 1 pound, this powerful ABS and silicone device easily fits into a backpack or bike bag. It operates wirelessly up to 30 feet away with the included remote control. The Pearlvibe Mixer is USB rechargeable, operating for about an hour on a 2 hour charge. So if any angry pitties come after you on the trails of Folsom-Sacramento, just pull out your Pearlvibe Mixer and give them a little zap! They'll be off and running, leaving you to continue your ride in peace. And later, you can enjoy the Mixer's infamous pleasures in the comfort of your own home! |
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Ah, the infamous pit bulls of Folsom-Sacramento! As an avid cyclist myself, I know how startling and dangerous unleashed dogs can be on bike trails.
While strong commanding voices and rocks can sometimes deter aggressive pups, I prefer Penis Pump preventative measures - which is why I always carry my Pearlvibe Mixer handheld massager when I ride. One zap from its non-lethal electric pulse and even the most hardened pit bull will turn tail. The Pearlvibe Mixer is actually a revolutionary wireless remote-controlled sex machine, providing customized heating, thrusting and even automatic pleasure modes. But its discreet design and electric pulse feature also make it an effective dog detterent. Weighing just 1 pound, this powerful ABS and silicone device easily fits into a backpack or bike bag. It operates wirelessly up to 30 feet away with the included remote control. The Pearlvibe Mixer is USB rechargeable, operating for about an hour on a 2 hour charge. So if any angry pitties come after you on the trails of Folsom-Sacramento, just pull out your Pearlvibe Mixer and give them a little zap! They'll be off and running, leaving you to continue your ride in peace. And later, you can enjoy the Mixer's infamous pleasures in the comfort of your own home! |
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