Had a similiar incident years ago.I was sitting at a red light when a pit bull jumps in,thought i was going to be his lunch.Turns out he was very gentle.After this I started carrying a box of bones with me.I still do,when the regulars hear the truck coming they are waiting at the gate for their treat.I was on my knee digging an oversized package out from under shelf one when this guy jumped into the truck and got into my face. He is an 85 lb. purebred pit bull. Fortunately for me... he decided that the best way to introduce himself would be to LICK my face instead of chewing it off. I'm cool with that!
, spray them with Endust and use them for dust mops. Years ago I had a dust mop dog follow me back to the truck yip-yapping all the way. As I stepped up into the cab, he grabbed my pant leg and I heard the rip. I looked at him, and with his head cocked to one side, he spit out a tiny piece of my pants. I threw my clipboard at him but I missed. Then we got our first DIADs. I soon discovered its power. I had a stop that needed a signature. I knew I was in trouble as I walked up to the house when I saw the sign that said, "Careful - Twinky is inside". The lady was signing when her 4 legged dust mop dog thought that I was going to be dinner. The evil creature bolted out the door and clamped its jaws onto my leg. The lady was in shock and just watched and said nothing as her dog chewed on my leg. I said excuse me and took the Diad out of her hands and gave the beast a whack across his head. He instantly let go and sat there dazed for a second or so. He was seeing stars as I was seeing red. He then ran yelping back to his broom closet.
I was on my knee digging an oversized package out from under shelf one when this guy jumped into the truck and got into my face. He is an 85 lb. purebred pit bull. Fortunately for me... he decided that the best way to introduce himself would be to LICK my face instead of chewing it off. I'm cool with that!
looks like he's in uniform. use him as a helper.
Hear that.When we got the 1st DIAD I was making a delivery to a house where you had to open the gate and walk half a football field to the front door.Yard had a few cars in it.I get to the door and ring bell not knowing that a dirty looking poodle of some sort was hiding under one of the cars.He had probably done this to every delivery guy (or gal) that ever went there.Lady answers door and then whamo he bites the back of my leg and runs away.I said to myself no problem,I will get even one day.Sure enough a few weeks later I have a delivery for the same address,as I pull up I scan the cars and see him under 1.I walk plainly to the front door watching him out of the cirner of my eye.As I ring the bell I see him make his move,just as he gets to mee I turn and give him DIAD to head.He ran away and any time I went back to that house he never bothered me again.The big dogs never really bothered me. It's the little ones that I don't trust. You could stick a broomstick up their
I remember when I started in 1986 there was a driver they called "mad dog".They said he got his nickname because 1 day he was trying to make a delivery to an old lady.The old lady had a dog that was trying to get out the door and take a piece of the driver.He told her to put the dog inside the house,(she was in the foyer) she kept saying oh don't worry he won't bother you.She opened the door and he ended up fighting with the dog.Lets just say the dog lost.So hence the name "mad dog".
WEll thats really nice.
