philwar Geplaatst: 10 januari 2013 Delen Geplaatst: 10 januari 2013 Hieronder een verslag van een incident dat mijn gezin is overkomen in Portugal. Het verslag is in het Engels omdat ik het ooit optekende voor vrienden op bladeforums.com. Het doel van het posten van dit verslag is het trekken van lessen. Een paar die ik er uit heb opgestoken (in willekeurige volgorde): Honden zijn waanzinnige goede wakers. Ik heb er sinds die tijd een Boerboel bij gekocht. Slapen op de begane grond is 'a big no-no.' De begane grond is niet te verdedigen, zelfs stalen blinderingen falen uiteindelijk. Communicatiemiddelen moeten bij de hand zijn, liefst meer dan een, liefst draadloos. Een vrouw alleen met twee kinderen voelt zich een stuk minder zwak met een flink mes in haar handen, MOD On Onderdeel verwijderd i.v.m. strijdigheid forumregels. MOD Off Reken niet op hulp. Doe het maximum mogelijke om jezelf te kunnen redden, al het overige is meegenomen. Bij voorbaat mijn excuses als dit niet het juiste (sub)forum is. Ik heb gezocht, kon geen geschiktere vinden. DRAM THE HERO My family lived in Portugal in 2009. I tried to find a job similar to what I do in Holland (software design and analysis) but I was totally unsuccessful. So I worked in Holland and traveled to Portugal every other weekend, stayed for three days, and went back. The first 6 months we rented a villa on the Algarve, a one-story building with an amazing view: Naturally, we had some furniture in there once we moved there. The lady who rented it to us was a lawyer, fairly well-off and nice. She had a father, and not much family beside that... as far as we knew. One Thursday night when I was in Holland (actually 5 AM) my oldest son (10 at the time) woke up to the sound of the metal blinds being beaten with a brick or a stick, accompanied by insane screaming and yelling. He woke up his mother and younger brother, and they all retreated to the master bedroom. My wife didn't panic but it was close. She didn't know who it was, or if there was more than one. She didn't know what they were after. There were lots of knives in the house (go figure...) but no guns. My wife had my Cold Steel X2 in her trembling hand. At that time, we had two dogs, an American Staffordshire of 11 years old. She must be the kindest dog in the world, she still hasn't figured out what purpose her teeth serve. And there was Dram, the Old Victorian Bulldog, 3 years old, 34 kg (just under 80 lbs), fearless, loyal to a fault, all muscle and willpower - but untrained and untested. My wife phoned friends, but at that time of day no one answered. She phoned me and I told her 112 (European equivalent of 911) works in Portugal too. She'd already called the cops but they were taking their bloody time. Windows were breaking, the screaming, yelling and pounding was almost literally scaring the sh1t out of them, and I sat there helplessly. I could hear the racket thru the phone. I told her to set Dram loose. They needed a lightning rod at the very least, and who knew what the dog might do? So my wife went to him (he was very charged already, foaming at whatever window or door was subjected to abuse outside) and she told him she was very sorry but she felt she had no choice. Now remember, she didn't know who it was, if there was more than one, if they were armed and if so, what with. She realized she might be sending him to his death. Dram charged out the door like the maniac he can be. She heard him running over the veranda to the other side of the house, where the noise was coming from, and all of a sudden they heard a terrifying wail, as Dram was barking and growling at his most menacing. He has the voice of a dog twice his size and the head to go with it. The wailing continued, as did the growling, almost screaming of Dram. It went on for what seemed like ages (might have been 10 minutes or more), until finally the police arrived. They assured my wife it was safe to come out the front door (the noise was still coming from the back), and together (the cops with pistols drawn in front) walked to where Dram was. What they found was a man, standing in the corner of the railing with his back towards the dog, who was foaming and spitting while jumping like he was ready to charge, growling with his lips curled. The police were unable to restrain him and he actually eyed them too, but my wife set him at ease. The intruder was taken into custody without further drama. The day after, the whole story was told. The man was the brother of my landlady, who had at one time lived in that house. He had a long history of psychotic attacks, he'd stabbed his mother with a kitchen knife once, beaten his father senseless more than once, and had attacked the house before with an axe. The landlady had never told us any of this of course. He was still catatonic three weeks after Dram scared the hell out of him, the therapist who treated him said he'd never seen anything like it. Dram made my family feel safe when there was no one else, and very possibly saved lives that day. I can never look at him without thinking of that. He never seems to think it was a big deal. ================================================ Hier is Dram nu: Vragen en opmerkingen zijn natuurlijk welkom. 1 Quote Link naar reactie Delen op andere sites Meer opties om te delen...
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