Sunday, November 6, 2011

More On Bentley

Bentley came to me in early January of this year.  After Storm went through his life transition, I vowed never again.  I still had Hope, our golden retriever, but I was done getting puppies, or a rescue, or...

And then the call came that Bentley was coming back to the breeder.  He is a small great dane.  While sold as a futurity nominated show dog, he is too little for the ring and the likelihood that he would ever be show height was not looking promising.

The original owner of Bentley is outstanding.  She trains her dogs to be the best they can be.  One of her dogs ended up on the cover of Milk Bones.  Devastated to give him up, she wrote me and said part of her own healing is that he was coming to me.  She did not know me personally, but Storm's story is well known through the great dane community.

It was hard to say no, so I said I'd take him for just the weekend... pretty sure, I was not wanting another dog, especially a great dane.

We all know by now how this story turns out. What I have not talked about is awesome he is beyond anything trainable, it is his genetic traits shining through.

A few months after he was welcomed into the house as my heartmender, I took Bentley to the local pet food store.  While I see the purpose behind PetSmart and Petco, I shop at smaller stores where the food is another step higher (I'm a dog food snob - it's okay for me to eat Arby's and Franco American spaghetti but my dogs eat top line dog food!!).

The store is smaller, about 1/2 the size of a Pier One, with aisles full of dog food and some supplies, they welcome well behaved pets on leashes.

Of course, the presumption is that the leash is attached to an owner that is... well behaved too.

Bentley has this curious trait of knowing how big he is (despite being small for a great dane earlier, he has filled out and is show height... but I neutered him so ...) ANYWAY, with any dog that is smaller than he is, he will lay down, put a paw out, cock his head and wait for the other dog to play.  He will continue to play with the dogs while laying down, never once standing up to show how awesome big he is.

On one particular occasion, he did the same thing with a Jack Russell terrier.  The owner was oblivious... and had her dog on a retractable leash (seriously, oblivious owner with independent, strong willed, biting dog = disaster).

The JR ran up to Bentley who had laid on the floor to play, bit through the store worker's pants leaving a hole, and nailed Bentley on the nose drawing blood.

The idiot owner and her undisciplined, ill trained biting dog on a retractable leash stood there while the dog tried to bite him again.

Bentley, at 150 pounds, sat up, backed up about 6", cocked his head as if to say, "Huh?  DOOOOOOOD!!"  and did nothing.  Blood running from his nose, he did nothing.  Did not even try.

Bentley, is bomb proof.

Now if I could teach him to leave my shoes alone... especially, when they are still on my feet!


Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

What an interesting thing that he could just accept and not try to defend himself or retaliate. Bomb proof is the right description; my daughter has a pit bull who is the same way—he will whimper just bit to get your attention but will not aggress at all under any circumstance I have seen. I love that dogs can be so suitable (not quite the word I want) and fit so well into our worlds. Please tell us more about Bentley as time passes.

A Doc 2 Be said...

Thank you for sharing your story of the pit. They get a horrific reputation and yet many can be the most docile! Bentley is a love, and truly my heart mender. I love talking about him!! :)