Originally posted by: Muadib
I buddy of mine just got one of these. His wife got it, and paid over $3000. He was ok with it though, at least that's what he tells me.
At least a Cane Corso is a real dog. Slobbers a lot though..
My friend had a Lab/St.Bernard/?? mix that made a Corso look like a girly dog..230 pounds at 10 months, looked skinny as hell too. Needed another 2 years to "fill out".
I'm sitting there one morning, listening to the scanner..
Dispatcher: "Uh, we have a woman, wait... uh two people now, calling in saying there's a lion sitting on a rock at the end of the 1200 block of Pecos Rd!"
Patrol car: "A mountain lion??"
Disp: "No, like an African lion!"
Patrol car (laughing): "Ok, we'll be there in about two minutes.."
Disp: "Do you want me to notify animal control?"
Patrol: "I think Siegfried and Roy would be more helpful!"
Disp: "OK, be careful!!
Patrol: "Yes Mommy"
I knew right away it was my friend's "puppy". I called him up and asked him where he was. He said he was out in the back yard. I say, "No, I bet he's at the end of your street, sittting on a rock! The cops are on their way to check out a Lion sitting on a rock!" He says: "Aw damn, I gotta get out there before the dumb bastards shoot him!", and hangs up.
I sit there waiting for what seems like the longest time, and the dipatcher calls the patrol car and asks if they are ok...
Patrol Car: "We are ok, the owner is here. It's the biggest damn dog I have ever seen in my life! It does look like a lion. Just tell anyone who calls it's just a really big PUPPY" (laughs)
Disp: "How big is it?"
Patrol: "Bigger than me!"
Disp: "You're kidding!"
Patrol: "Hell, he's probably as big as both of us!"
Disp: "Take a picture and bring it in!"
Patrol: "I already did, we sat down on the rock wth him!"
Disp: "Jeezus, I gotta see that!"
Patrol: "Well, the owner is taking him back home, and we are back in service"
A few months later, he was even bigger and got out again, and this time he came back with a surprise gift for my friend, a man's mummified hand, complete from the wristjoint, with a ring on it. And I thought it was bad when my dog used to bring me dead mice!
The hand belonged to some guy who was "popped" and semi buried in the desert afterwards by his gangster buds. The dog was on TV that night, but they just showed him in the back yard lying there, so his true size wasn't apparent. My friend was on tape, saying, "He brings me rocks and stuff all the time, and I just thought it was another one, then he spits it out and I lost it, and called the cops!"
He was a great dog, lived to 12, pretty good for a big dog...