Originally posted by Oso
Quote: | Originally posted by Bruce R Leech
Quote: | Originally posted by Oso
Quote: | Originally posted by Bruce R Leech
I have never had a rude officer at the border crossing. |
I have. Several in fact. But to be objective about it, it's been something like one in ten over the years. The last time, I got sent to secondary
where a Kustoms Agent went out of his way to inform me that if I did not maintain complete control over my dog, he would have to shoot him. Chu was
on a leash and hadn't even growled. Was this necessary? I submit it was not. The guy just felt like establishing his a--hole credentials. |
Oso I would draw the line there and need to file a formal complaint. that is uncalled for I agree. |
Welllll... In all fairness, to continue being completely objective about it ... While Chu Foon rarely growls and almost never barks, he does have a
rather malevolent stare- somewhat reminiscent of Christopher Walken or Jack Palance in one of their psychopath roles. He is a black chow/lab mix
about 75 #. Most people and almost all Mexicans don't trust him and give him a wide berth. Those who don't sometimes get bit. I think the officer in
question sensed that Chu did not like him. He was correct. Back in NC, he briefly acquired the nickname "Chew Tires". One day in a supermarket
parking lot, he disobeyed me- I think he smelled a feminine "invitation"- and ran from the truck. Another redneck in a truck ran over him (without
seeing him, I think) and stopped when I came running up yelling at him. The guy's left front tire was on top of Chu's leg. He did not appreciate
this and proceeded to bite the tire, puncturing it. I heard the hiss and saw the tire deflating. In that instant, I knew if it went all the way down
to the rim, it would have to crush his leg. I pounded on the guy's hood, screaming "back up, back up!" The guy stared at me in shock, momentarily
not knowing what to make of this obvious madman. But then he did back up. Chu got up, I lifted him, put him in my truck and took him across the
road, where by pure luck was our family vet's office. Chu lost some skin, but his leg was not broken. The only other visible effect was some black
rubber residue on his two main upper "canine" teeth. On the way home, I saw the other guy's truck, still in the parking lot with a flat tire. I
probably should have stopped and offered to help change it, after all it wasn't really his fault. But I guess I was still too worked up about it.
Chu limped a bit for a few days but was otherwise fine. |