A diabetic friend of mine's brother stopped by her house. She's a diabetic. There was no answer when he knocked on the front door and was about to leave when his sister's dog started jumping at the front window. Toby, the dog (a chow) had never acted like that so he let himself in and found his sister on the floor in her bedroom in a diabetic coma. Toby saved her life.

Another friend, David S***, a cop (officer of the year as a matter of fact) and SWAT team member had a standard poodle. He was sleeping in the middle of the night and the dog woke him up barking and wouldn't stop. He went to put the dog in it's crate in the garage and looked out the window to see his elderly neighbor's house on fire. He ran out, in his underwear, and into the neighbor's burning house and saved the couples lives.

I have a lot of clients who all they have left in life is their dogs. Their partner's died, kids moved away, they're handicapped and can't live a decent life without their dog. A lot of different reasons.

Dog's have no emotion's? Feeling's? Sense of right and wrong? Gimme a break.

A couple of months ago I was walking my boxer at night on the local golf course. We went around the back side of a pond through some scattered shrubs and woke a pack of coyotes up. We were completely surrounded. All I did was hold my dog's lead, because he was in total defense mode and walked with confidence and talked and laughed at them loudly. There was at least 12 of them and we walked away, no problem. And this pussy cop is afraid of ONE dog on a leash?

We evolved socially at the same time as canines. We realized we could hunt larger prey by hunting in packs at the same time dogs did. Then the dogs started hanging around our "camps" and we socialized them and started using them to help us hunt. When we ate, they got the scraps. Win win for both. Hell, we might not even be here if it wasn't for them.