Semi-funny Stanley story to tell, it's noodles' fault if you are annoyed by it.

In Pointless Announcements noodle just posted about wishing she had a kitty holster to carry around her attack kitty for personal protection. It reminded me of a story from last year where I carried my own version of an attack pet for personal protection. I posted it on another forum, but here is the story copy pasted for TFP's entertainment:

I posted up a while back that we took a family vacation near Destin, FL. My entire family (parents, bro&wife, sis&husband, wife&I) rented a huge beach house for the week. We all drove down, but because of living in different places and having different schedules the day we were leaving, we didn't drive together. My parents left a day early, and my bro and sis each took their cars with their spouses and followed each other. My wife and I went alone. We (everyone but my parents) were leaving on Friday night and driving all night.
I was in contact on the phone with my brother and BIL on the way down. They had left early and were about 2 hours ahead of me. As the night progressed I was gaining on them, and at one point they stopped around midnight for a late dinner. So by about 2AM I was only 20 miles or so behind them and my brother said on the next gas stop they'd just wait for me and we'd all caravan together. About 2:30am or so he tells me they are stopping at a gas station on the north side of Nashville and will wait. A few minutes later he calls me back and says he's at the Waffle House around the corner waiting in the parking lot.
I roll in, get gas, and drive over to the Waffle House. The parking lot is 75% full even though it's almost 3AM, but I spot their cars in the back corner away from everyone else. Next door is a gas station that is closed and the lot is very dark. Just as I'm rolling into the Waffle House parking lot I see this shady looking dude kind of slinking around the corner of the gas station. He looks like he's up to no good and I see him approaching where my brother and BIL are standing talking, and he's coming up behind them.
Now, the guy was average sized, maybe 40. He didn't clearly have a weapon, but it was just one of those times where every alarm is going off in your head that something is not right. My brother is 6'3" 280lbs and built like a college lineman. He's as strong as a bull, but he's also a touch naive and too goodhearted for his own good, plus this guy is coming up from behind. My BIL is a smaller guy, maybe 5'9" and 165, and isn't the type to seek physical confrontation. All of this is spinning through my mind as I speed up to cut across the lot. I'm wanting to jump out of my car before the guy gets close enough to them to start something knowing that he'd have to be an idiot to confront 3 guys, with my brother and I both being good sized, unless he's seriously deranged.
My brother and BIL see me zooming across the lot to them, still not seeing the guy who is now maybe 20' behind them and still slinking towards them (small berm between the parking lot from the gas station and Waffle House and he's just crossing it as I fly up) as they wave to me. I park the car, and in half a second am jumping out and yanking the back door open while staring right past my brother at the sketchy dude who is now kind of wide-eyed seeing me race up but is still unnoticed by them. We were planning on going to the range while on vacation, so I had 3 long guns (.44mag Henry, 10/22, and 870) laying on the floorboard. Instead, I pull this bad boy out:

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Just as I do the guy throws up his hands and goes "Whoa, whoa, I don't want no trouble, I just need some money to eat." Meanwhile, seeing my brother who is between me and the dude and just realizing he's there, Stanley (who has been in the car for going on 8 hours at this point) is going nuts wanting to play. Conveniently, if you are a sketchy dude who is up to no good I'm guessing that looks like a huge Bullmastiff wanting to take a piece out of your hide, not just wanting to wrestle. I tell the guy "Sorry, I have nothing for you, you need to get lost." At which point he walks away and disappears back behind the gas station.

Did that situation merit pulling a concealed Bullmastiff?

FWIW, that was the ghettoist Waffle House I've ever been to, and yes, I know what that says. About 90 seconds later a security guard walks over. The Waffle House actually had TWO security guards posted at the door. Both were armed with tazers. The one who came up looked just like Joe Dirte, but was like 5'5". :rotfl: He walks over and says "Is everything alright over here?" I told him it was, that we were just meeting up and were on our way. He asked if Stanley was friendly and I said he was, and he could pet him. He starts going nuts talking to Stanley saying stuff like "If I had you with me, EVERYONE would listen. No one would cause any trouble with a hoss like you here."

Cliffnotes - Beware the CCBullmastiff.

 

This story is why my husband would never stand for some little weenie dog.