Dog Alerts Family To Abusive Babysitter
 

Although horrifying this has a happy ending thanks to the family's dog.

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headline...ve-babysitter/

Just couldn't bring myself to watch, Jules.

BTW, everyone calls my DD Jules..:)

Good doggie! :)

Glad that the parents clued in before the dog took matters into his teeth. That could have meant the end of the dog; with no one the wiser...and possibly more abuse for the tot.

Thanks for posting this.

With love, Erika

Glad the owners listened to their dog! A lot of people would've either blown off the behavior or disciplined the dog. Good dog!

OK, I watched it. Good good doggy. I loved how he went up and
kissed the dog. Good Parents too!! I sware, would you trust the
scowling face of that babysitter?:eek:

For some people, every day is Halloween.

She probably had a Mary Poppins costume on whenever the parents were around...and then changed into the Cruella De Ville costume once they were gone.

It seems that animals don't tend to judge by the 'costumes' that people wear, but rather tend to rely on their demonstrated behaviour and associated memories of certain behaviours as well as some extra senses.

Willy the dog dislikes being around anyone who has been drinking alcohol or who has taken any street drugs (he spent the first 3 months of his life with people who engaged in those things to excess).
Ten years later, he still growls at intoxicated people if they approach him or me when we are out in public, eventhough he has not been experienced abuse at the hands of people who indulge in those things since puppyhood.

The dog in this case will likely remember the costume of abuse as well. Sure hope so :winky:.

With love, Erika

I take it, you do not drink..lol

Very rarely...my drinking days were over before they started; thanks to the meds that pickled my liver at age 18.

Alcohol consumption is limited to a glass or two of wine per year. If someone manages to get me to go to a wedding (last one attended was 26 years ago), or something high falootin' like that, I might have a sip of something stronger.

Mind you, I can take a hot bath or shower if I want to look and talk like someone who has had too much of the Coo-coo -boy-joy-juice...
and still avoid the growling dog thing :D.

With love, Erika

I have learned to totally take my dogs' intuition seriously.

Years ago when I had my dress shop in the inner city I used to bring my large dog with me. He was quite friendly but one day he kept barking at a young woman. I told him to shush and then walked over to check things out. Darned if she wasn't stuffing skirts into her bag. I snatched them from her, told her to high tail it out of there before I called the po-po and hugged my mutt. :p

Willy goes pretty much everywhere with me, including work. He stays under the reception desk and few people even know that he is there. Three of the other practitioners also bring their dogs to work and all are very well behaved; mostly remaining out of sight until needed, like Willy.
Willy is guard/protection trained while 2 of the others are therapy dogs and one is a service dog.

The clinical couselor/psychologist has a yellow lab that calms the abused and troubled children that she often works with.

The Acupuncturist has a miniature dashshound that does cute tricks and begs for attention to distract those patients that have a real phobia about needles. How she knows which people to perform for, I can't figure out, but she does so on her own. She also befriends both animal and human patients alike.

The kineiologist/movement coach's blue heeler service dog detects when her blood sugars are too high or low (she's a brittle diabetic), and that dog also has a protective side to her.

The other two practitioners also have dogs, but they are both young and are still being 'clinic trained' so they aren't at work very often yet.
Both are labs (unrelated) and are just coming up to their second year; so they still sometimes revert back to the goofy rump wagging, googly eyed, toy crazy, kid crazy, want to be your lap dog, leg leaning, floor sprawling, eighty pound clumsy puppies if anyone so much as looks at them for more than 2 seconds :D.

Dogs... got to love them :)

With love, Erika