My Dad's at one point business partner had a farm just up the road with a 35 lb something or other that would always go apeshit when a stranger came in the yard. It was too quick to kick, and as soon as you tried to turn your back, you got bit in the ass.
I knew all of this from experience. So, one day I had to go into his yard, into his machinery shed, to retrieve something (probably an air tank or something) and I knew this was coming. I brought Ringo along. Ringo was a 75lb something or other, muscle everywhere. Could keep pace with Antelope for a short stretch, still had his nuts and had to be reminded constantly no to beat up other dogs.
I get out of the truck, try to shoo "blue" away. Sure enough as soon as I turn toward the shed I get a sharp pain in the left butt cheek.
I open the door to the truck and say "get 'im". Ringo looks at me like really? A little louder this time "GET 'IM" Ringo explodes out of the truck so fast I have to replace the seat covers. Grabs blue, throws him in the air. Grabs him again (or catches him on the way down, not sure) and I yell "okay Ringo". He lets blue go and blue disappears under the front deck.
Blue made horrible noises when he thought he was about to die.
Told my Dad about it, and his eyes light right up "really?". I don't think Dad ever went over there without Ringo in the truck after that. Blue would stay under the porch and wouldn't make a sound. Fixed.
