Dog attacks dad during argument with daughter over cell phone
Frank Formisano believes the sudden movement he made to grab a cell phone from his 13-year-old daughter during an argument over her sex chat with boys caused his dog to attack him. (Daytona Beach News-Journal)
Serves him right for trying to confiscate a teenage girls phone. He should be thanking his lucky stars that he got off with only a missing ear tip.
Posted by: sometimesilie | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 02:29 PM
Ok, #1:
We had a little Lab mix when I was like 10 years old. She didn't like seeing agressive moves toward anyone. She'd bear her teeth and all that, and she didn't ever bite hard, but I'd wonder what she'd do to a stranger. I think she just wanted you to know that wasn't cool.
#2:
"...13-year-old daughter were arguing in her room over her calling boys on the telephone and talking about sex to them..."
I'm wondering about the word usage here. "talking about sex" is real different than phone sex. In either case, if I heard my 13 year old daughter, I'd defintely feel the need to have a talk. And if it was a cell phone that I was paying for, it could be gone.
Posted by: stopeatingmysesamecake | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 02:32 PM
And "talking about sex" is certainly better than using a cellphone to take a self portrait of the area below the equator and then sending it to boys.
Posted by: Bluntfacts | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 03:02 PM
Yeah, semsc, I had a couple of dogs like that too. My dad would start verbally abusing my mom, and our dog Charlie would set mim in his place. Scrappiest little mutt I've ever known. About thirty pounds and thrashed several dogs three times his size. Even if it was my brother and I tousling, he'd force us to stop.
Note to dad: I'd be whacked out too, just remember your dog's temperment. Here are your instructions.
1: Hear daughter talking trash with boys.
2: Enter room.
3: Shoo out Phydeaux.
4: Close door.
5: Calmly remove cell phone from daughter's hand while she's talking.
6: Speak into said cell phone and give a calm, somethint-less-than a death threat to young man.
7: Take cell phone to kitchen.
8: Calmly remove meat mallet from kitchen drawer.
9: With blank expression, (see Bugs Bunny cartoon "Barber of Seville" as reference.) pound cell phone with mallet against thick cutting board as daugher screams in protest.
10: Hand phone back to daughter.
11: Open victory beer.
12 Repeat step eleven as necessary.
Any questions?
Posted by: Mikey | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 03:04 PM
Sorry, "him", not "mim". ANd "Something", not "Somethint" Been a long day.
Posted by: Mikey | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 03:06 PM
Release the hounds!
Posted by: RockyMtnMac | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 03:11 PM
Mikey wins with that!!!!!!!!!
Here's to victory beer!
Posted by: Jim | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 03:59 PM
The dog was board out of his mind and being male and hearing all the carnal language got an erection. When the man was going to stop it. Rocky got sexually frustrated and attacked the man. You see the dog was upset knowing that the man was married and able copulate. Rocky the dog couldn't. That is my theory of what happened.
Posted by: Dellos | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 04:14 PM
Shoot the dog. Whip daughters ass.
Posted by: Dick C. Normas | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 04:30 PM
When the dog that I feed, feeds on me, and my daughter uses the phone I provide to bring shame on herself and me, I am a failure and must be put down.
Posted by: | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 05:42 PM
Dick C, Normas,
Thank you. Except for shoot the dog. Shoot the cat instead and whip both dag and daughter.
Dellos, Have another beer and sober uuop pleezswe. (Hic!)
Heeba sheeba, My boss is a bastard.
I dunno.
Gimme another beer.
Hic!
Ten grand for whomever can identify that one. ;~)
Dare ya!
Posted by: Mikey | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 05:47 PM
Jim,
I already met my meat. And I already beat... oh, never mind. There are some things I won't bow to, no matter how poor I am. One is taking money from the PETA terrorists.
However...
Introducing the reality of your packaged meat, me friends! Fire up the Weber, me maties! It's all good! 'especially with a good sauce! Arrhh! (Pirate speek; Correct spelling? Tori?)
Crap, I'm hungry again. Somebody kill the goat, and I'll light the fire. Or you light the fire. I'll kill the goat.
Where's the mesquite?
Posted by: Mikey | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 05:55 PM
Did I say "dag"? "Dog". Sorry. Thus do I amuse myself. Well, a little lube doesn't hurt either.
Posted by: Mikey | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 05:59 PM
Mikey--I love your instructions!!!
Posted by: troschne | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 06:26 PM
Geez Mikey
Either sober up or invite us over...
Posted by: RockyMtnMac | Monday, February 09, 2009 at 07:39 PM
Well now he knows who's best friend he is. Make her buy the dog's food and pay his vet bills. And pay her own cell phone bill too.
Posted by: Charles Brobst | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 02:36 AM
That dad needs to put the dog out in the back yard and THEN deal with his slutty daughter. Once again--I can guarantee that neither of my parents would have tolerated my sister or me behaving that way, and if that girl still has her phone, then it's the dad who should be shot! (Or at a minimum, sterilized--sorry FBATC!)
Posted by: troschne | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 03:58 AM
First of all.. "talking sex" bwahahahaha. 'Are you smoking the drugs and talking sex with boys???'
Second - there's a descrepancy in the story. The guy says he raised his hand to grab the phone, but the police report says he raised his hand to hit her for talking back to him... which is it?
Posted by: elchampino | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 04:35 AM
I noticed that, too, elchamp. I also noticed that the dog is six years old, and the daughter is 13, and Dad said they got the dog when she was a baby--how many seven year-old babies do you see, on a given day?
Posted by: troschne | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 05:57 AM
So was he trying to take the phone away or hit her. It says both.
Posted by: ST | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 06:03 AM
Another reason kids should NOT have cell phones until they can afford to pay for them. Talking sex on the phone at 13 is one step from being pregnant at 14....
Posted by: R | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 06:10 AM
Oh, and Mikey, please invite me over...I love mesquite smoked meat...
Posted by: R | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 06:11 AM
I wonder if the dog will attack the first boy she sneaks into the house who then tries to rape her? (NOT that I am condoning that if God forbids it happens....)
I never thought I'd hear myself say it but "kids these days".....when I was 13 I was flat as a board and had Andy Gibb posters. I'd have been mortified to talk about sex with boys. I see 13 year olds now who look like trampy 21 year olds....WTF?
Posted by: freetomato | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 06:37 AM
GOOD DOG FOR SURE
Posted by: MONKEY JERK | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 07:51 AM
This guy has 2 problems:
1. He obviously doesn't know how to raise his kid if she's 13 and having "Sex chats" on her cell phone.
2. He obviously doesn't know how to train a dog.
Might be he shouldn't own pets OR procreate.
Posted by: cherie | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 08:11 AM
mike is the winner!
someone wake him up and tell him. oh and we better pull him from the goat pit and fire too. i know he looks adorable snuggled in the ashes with beer drool, but the burns will hurt.
as for this dog and his girl:
ban cellphones to anyone under 16 and then they have to pay the bill.
train all dogs to attack boyfriends you do not like.
send daughter to a convent
Posted by: lynn | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 10:58 AM
"Thus do I amuse myself. Well, a little lube doesn't hurt either."
Mikey--don't forget your "Chicago" DVD!
Posted by: troschne | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 02:51 PM
Okay, everybody over to my place for copious amounts of alcohol, mesquite-smoked beer can chicken, cell phone smashing and boss bashing!
Just kidding. My bosses are great guys. Pretty goofy with a few beers in them, but great guys nonetheless.
Posted by: Mikey | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 04:11 PM
Troscne, you have a good memory! I'll stick with my collection of.. What was it that Chandler called it on that episode of Friends? "... good old fashioned girl on girl..."
Posted by: Mikey | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 04:13 PM
Oh, and thanks Lynn. I loved the mental image! You know, I've always wanted to B'que a cabrito.
I just started laughing about that line that cousin Eddie says in Christmas Vacation about his dog Snots:
He's cute ain't he? Only problem is, he's got a little bit a Mississippi leg hound in 'im. If the mood catches him right, he'll grab your leg and just go to town. You don't want him around if your wearing short pants, if you know what I mean. Word of warning though, if he does lay into ya, it's best to just let 'im finish.
Posted by: Mikey | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 04:19 PM
Mikey - don't forget "he's got a fungus they ain't identified yet"
Posted by: RockyMtnMac | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 04:46 PM
Mikey--I very rarely forget things--that's why everyone wants me on their team for Trivial Pursuit, and I used to be on everyone's "Phone a Friend" list for Millionaire. It's a lot of pressure--sometimes I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. LMAO!
Posted by: troschne | Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 05:30 PM