Has your dog ever saved your life?

Nope, didn't save my life, but saved me from what would have been a very bad guy should I have continued to go out with him.  Nigel DID NOT (and I mean, low throat growl, hair on end, I'm seriously going to take thig guy down stance) like this guy and I had to put Nigel in another room both times the guy was around....I took a cue from Nigel and didn't see him again.  Later I heard he physically abused the women he went out with.  So, I trust my dog's judge of character.

We had a Rottie when the kids were little.  When we moved here in up-state NY in the woods, my biggest fear was the kids would fall threw the ice in the stream in the back yard.  In the spring and winter it's like a river and over their heads.  One day the kids are all bundled up and outside playing with their cousins..all boys.   I'm in the house baking cookies and Scooby comes home alone and barking like mad.  She wouldn't come in the house and I KNEW she was telling me something.  I got my coat on and went with her to see what she was freaking out about and there was all the boys on the ice jumping up and down trying to break threw the ice and swearing like truckers.  The twins were in Kindergarten for the love of Pete.  If I would have ignored Scooby, one or all would have fallen threw the ice and got caught in the fast current and we wouldn't have found them until spring.  Ugh, still gives me goose bumps.  Scooby wouldn't let strange vehicles down the driveway.  She would stand there like a mad Mama bear and hold her ground.  God, how I miss her..... 

The boys have never physically saved my life but they have emotionally saved me.  As some may or may not know, I've been going through some rough times with my dad.  The boys have always been there with a cheerful "welcome home, we've missed you so much mom" greetings.  Those greetings have bouyed my spirits on the roughest days & kept me from sinking into the deepest depressions.  Especially Grady's zest for life helps me keep things light.  He's such a clown.  I've said before that I would not get another dog the way I got Grady.  I never met him.  I just saw his picture & fell in love.  I had no idea whether we'd be a good match or not.  There have been good days & bad days with him but I'd never give him up for what he's brought to my life......laughter.

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swearing like truckers.  The twins were in Kindergarten for the love of Pete. 

 
I know it's not funny but gawd, that's funny.  LMAO.

The best punishment I could come up with when I caught them swearing was to make them write two pages front and back... "I will not call my brother an a*s hole ever again"  or  "I love my brother, he really isn't a freaking jerk."  or make them sit in front of each other and hold hands.  They laugh about it now but  back then they would have rather been spanked.  I have the only kids that begged to be spanked instead.lol,lol

Shy didn't directly save my life, but I can honestly say that I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for her. I got her at a time in my life when I really had no business having a dog, I was broke, moving around a lot, and extremely irresponsible. But I was selfish and wanted a companion. I was stupid and did a lot of stupid things but having her there always kept me just grounded enough to get through. There were times I really really really wanted to give up on life, but my bond with my girl kept me here. She taught me about responsibility, maturity, and love.

Yeah, pretty literally.  I was in a very difficult time of life -- my ex was abusive and we were so beyond broke (the only food in the house was dented/wrecked boxes from the church welfare cupboard -- I will never eat Cambell's Chicken with Rice soup again).  My folks came down here for vacation and got in a wreck and on my way 'home' after helping them I was just so incredibly depressed I nearly couldn't face going home to my then husband and Prissy (original heart dog -- she was about 17 at the time and happened not to make that particular trip because I had to be at the hospital with my folks). 
 
Driving up the FL Turnpike depression weighed SO heavily on me knowing what I faced when I got home, and suddenly I saw where the highway was going over another highway and I was suddenly so tempted to just drive off the edge and plow into the concrete abutment and end it all fast.  I'm not the suicidal type and for me to be this far off the deep end simply indicates how truly awful everything was and how out of choices I was. 
 
I literally aimed my car and gassed it, and suddenly I thot "But you CAN NOT leave Prissy like that.  She's always been there for you. He'd kill her."
 
I literally yanked myself back on the road in that instant and suddenly realized what I had nearly done. 
 
To this day this brings tears to my eyes.  As Sooner above I took  rissy on at a time in my life when I was young, foolish and simply having her to come home to at night kept me out of most trouble.  But that one time many years later, she saved my life as literally as if she had put her paw on my shoulder. 

Im not sure if hes actuly saved me, emotionaly, i know he has.
I think its possible he saved me once. When me and my friend were walking back from the park with Bailey there was this guy behind us like say 70 feet away,  so we decided to go the long way back just so we could lose the guy, when we turned down another street to go the long way back, the guy didnt follow, but when we were coming close to the end of the street we were on about 10 minutes after we lost him, the guy comes around the corner walking twords us, Bailey didnt like that to much, and started growling and barking vicously at the guy. Bailey didnt care he was choking himself on the end of the leash, he wanted to rip this guy apart. So when the guy so Bailey i think he realized that if he came any closer he was going to be mauled by this dog, so he turned around and went back the way he had came.

This is basicly what bailey looked like at that time
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I decided to adopt Bear from just seeing his picture on the net and reading his story.  He was running wild around a town and the local pound had had to set a trap to capture him because he would not go near humans. 
 
I've had him just a year and I am so amazed at how far he's come, how much like a dog he is acting now., how happy and engaging he is now.   I was such a hermit and so depressed, being with Bear has taught me so much about myself, has given me so much self-confidence.  I think we saved each other.  

Actually, when I was a toddler one of my Collies did save my life.  I was playing in the yard with my brother when something scared our horses and caused them to break out of their pasture and come stampeding towards where we were.  Douglas took off across the field and turned 6 of the 7 charging horses, who would have otherwise trampled me to death.  (With the other horses turned, the remaining horse settled down).  My mom had been inside watching me through the window, but the door was on the other side of the house and couldn't have gotten to me in time to move me to safety.  She screamed for Douglas and ran out, but by the time she got to me, he had already taken care of the situation.  A determined Collie, living up to his heritage is the reason I am here today.

There have been several other instances where they have protected me from harm - once from abduction about 7 yrs later, and another when I was an adult and someone was resumably going to rob me.  These were all different dogs, but related, so I say that I owe my life to this bloodline!!

A good friend of the family had Molly, an aussie save her life.  Here's the article
[linkhttp://www.capitalnews9.com/content/headlines/?ArID=60007&SecID=33]http://www.capitalnews9.com/content/headlines/?ArID=60007&SecID=33[/link]. She was also in women's day magazine. I actually adopted her other aussie Maggie, after the incident

Yes. My Saluki boy, Dani, saved me from certain harm, possibly my life back in 2002. I  lived away from Scott at the time (long story) and was on my front porch having a smoke in broad daylight when 2 men pulled into my driveway in a black Jeep Cherokee. The driver asked for a cigarette and I told him they were in the house and I wasn't going in. He proceeded to yell obscenities at me, and anyone that knows me knows that, instead of turning around and going inside, I flipped it right back at him. In all the excitement, I didn't notice that the passenger had gotten out and was coming around the back of the Jeep toward me. The driver was also coming toward me. Just when I started to feel a little uneasy, part of my screen door came flying off and out shot Dani, snarling, snapping and all haired up, determined to make one or both of them into a walking BARF diet. He almost got one of them too as they got back in the Jeep and took off! Being a Saluki, he could have just kept going, but he stayed at the end of the driveway until they were gone then came right to me without a word from me! And he's never been obedience trained (he's a Saluki). I went in and called the police, and came to find out that the Jeep was stolen in Omaha and the men were suspects in a series of strong arm sexual assaults. They approached women out working in the garden, or taking groceries in, etc, and did much the same thing, hoping the women would be afraid and go in the house. They would rush up behind her and get in the house. They were also casing the women to make reasonably sure they were alone. The one cop said "Lady, I don't know what kind of dog that is, but I'm impressed". He said Dani was certainly a hero.

This is a photo of the damage he did that day. Amber didn't want him to get any more attention - I was trying to get him to look out - so she hogged the spotlight. She was still a puppy...

I found this old post and decided to share my story. I have a thoracic aneurysm and pacemaker. One day I was home from work sick and had an episode in the bathroom where I passed out and fell on the floor. I awoke to two sweet little doggies licking the heck out of me and barking and pawing at me. I crawled to the phone, called 911 and my Tzus kept me going until help arrived. It actually turned out to be a bad allergic reaction to a medication, not a dissection of my aneursym.
So yep, they saved my life.
In other ways, too, emotionally as well. If I didnt have them to take care of and receive the unconditional love they give me, I do not know in what condition I would be today. They make me smile every time I look at them.