This Man Rescued A Dog That Was Violently Abandoned. But He Was Shocked When The Dog Returned The Favor.

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All thanks and credit goes to the Reddit user, BroffaloSoldier for sharing this story. Above is a picture of Hank, the beagle mix. [Source can be found at the end of the article] This incident happened in the summer of 2015. I live by myself in nice house inside a small town. Low crime, but still the occasional shady people. Anyway, at work that day, on a smoke break, I watched a dog get thrown from a moving vehicle. Four lane city traffic during the start of rush hour. I ran right out there, picked him up, and booked it back to my workplace. He was not injured, amazingly. As a bleeding heart animal lover, I decided to take him home with me until I could figure out what to do with him. I have a large amount of cats, and always have. This was my first experience with a dog that I was solely responsible for. This guy was VERY shy. Head hung, tail tucked, jumpy... Just looking at me like I was about to beat him. I was CLUELESS on the subject of dog personalities and tendencies. I just knew they needed to be taken out frequently. His first night with me, we had been out about 15 times, as I did not want him defecating in my house. That night I was having my final cigarette of the day on my porch around 10:30 pm, and he was chilling under my chair. I see a creepy man walking by my house who kept glancing up at me before passing. Shortly after he passed my house, he stopped, turned on his heel and approached. "Hey, can you tell me where 302 Church street is?", he asked. I told him I would search the address on my phone, which, of course was taking a minute to pull up. He explained he didn't have a phone of his own and was attempting to get to a friends house. Taking small steps toward me the whole time. Finally the address I summoned came up. [nextpage title="Continue reading the story on the next page!"] "Mind if I take a look at the map?"he grinned sheepishly, "I'm bad with directions." I rose from my seat, pointing again. "It's truly just two blocks up this road. Just follow the road. Two blocks. The house will be on your left." Making it very clear that I wasn't going to just hand him my phone. "Well, can I call them? I need to let them know I'm coming," he said, STILL creeping closer. Extending his hand. "No" I curtly replied. "How about text them?" pushing forward still. "Dude. No." I started toward my door. "Just! Just. Let. Me. See. Your. Phone." He was visibly becoming pissed off. Clearly trying to contain it, and getting WAY too close to my porch. As a last ditch effort of getting this dude to go away I say, "You need to get out of my yard. My dog is protective. He will tear you up." Hell, I didn't know the first thing about this dog, let alone whether he had the capacity to "tear someone up". I just hoped saying so would intimidate pushy phone guy. Like I had said the magic words, pupper springs into action. A la the wolf-creature from The Neverending Story, he emerges like a bullet from under the chair. Growling, snarling, barking his little head off. He jerks me damn near off the porch trying to get at this guy. He sounded and acted like an 80lb attack dog, not a 40~ lb timid beagle mix. I was afraid. I didn't know if the pup would turn on me. As stated previously, at the time I knew absolutely NOTHING about dogs. He backed his hindquarters into my legs, almost nudging me to the door. Still carrying on. Eyes locked on phone dude and baring his teeth.

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Phone dude holds up his hands and backs off. Stammers something like "uhhh... Two blocks north, yeah?" And begins walking that way. I go inside. Cut off my lights and peek out the window at him. He glances at my house, assured I'm inside, turns and begins walking the completely opposite direction I pointed him in. Icing on the cake? He pulls a phone from his pocket and raises it to his ear to make a call. Doggo secured his place as a member of my family that night. He is incredibly protective of me, and has frightened away another creep since this incident. He is attached at my hip, and has made it known that he is grateful to be in a safe, loving home, wherein he will never again become a projectile from a moving vehicle. His name is Hank. And I truly believe that night would have ended very poorly for me, had he not been there. dog-img3_387ad6ee8ab520d7a4b8ca21631e5de1-1