Your dog doesn't have a magical "sixth sense" for bad energy. What they are actually doing when they size up a stranger is far more complex, and it involves 10,000 years of evolutionary observation. In this video: a groundbreaking experiment in Kyoto, the "unhelpful stranger" test, why your dog might ignore a liar but forgive someone who is just wrong, and why terriers do not care. If this changed how you see your dog, leave a like and subscribe! 0:00 The Kyoto container experiment 0:43 The "sixth sense" myth 2:12 Devaluing human reliability 3:33 The unhelpful stranger test 5:05 Can dogs spot a liar? 6:13 The terrier exception 6:45 The 2025 plot twist 7:50 Why your friendly dog isn't "broken" ⚠️ DISCLAIMER: This content is for educational and entertainment purposes only. We are not veterinarians or certified animal behaviorists. If your pet is showing signs of distress or illness, always consult a qualified professional. #dogscience #dogpsychology #dogs #pets #dog #psychology #dogbehavior #dogfacts #animalbehavior
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Many years ago when I was 18, I was walking alone back home and was cornered by two men who probably wanted to do horrible things to me. Then when I started panicking, a group of street dogs came to my rescue. They surrounded me and growled at the men until they left. Then they stuck by me, walking next to me all the way back home. I owe my life to dogs and their incredible sense to see evil.
About 15yrs ago I used to be a drug addict and my daughter frantically gave me an older retired military dog that her apartment didn't allow, and wow, that dog growled and aggressively barked at every old drug dealer that would come by my house, and eventually nobody came around, and it's been 15yrs now. That dog, Behr, finally passed away from cancer but he will never be forgotten and was an Angel in my life, he was also kind to my bird, which surprised me.
I'm still investigating if my dog has a clipboard and pen
My brother in laws spaniel noticed something strange about my dad and was whimpering like he’s was sad around last summer. Later on after a month a scan showed up a growth that turned out after post removal tests was a rare (5% of cases)sarcomatoid renal cell cancer of the right kidney. There were no symptoms apart from a slight lack of energy at times, dismissed as age related. The dog literally saved my dad’s life by smelling those compounds that the cancer produced.
My bull terrier was very friendly, and she particularly loved men. We were outside a local cafe when a man came over to stroke her. To my surprise she went for him, snarling with hackles raised. The guy walked off pretty quickly, and I was very embarrassed. Some people at the next table knew him, saw the whole thing and said your dog is right. That man is horrible.
Takaoka was disqualified by 34 dogs, great sacrifice indeed.
Dogs are Guardians. Neighbor friend of my wife visited us the week after our daughter's birth. Our 9 year old Golden Retriever refused to let the neighbor's husband near our newborn daughter. He positioned himself between the man and our baby the entire 20 minute visit. Years later found out that the man regularly beat his wife and daughters.
My dad told me when he was a teen in the 70s they had a standard poodle that was sweet as she could be. It was a small town they lived in. A new comer came to their house to talk to my grandpa about joining a local fishing club. Their dog when ballistic. Foaming at the mouth, “oh my God she’s never done that.” Kind of thing. Come to find out, the Marshals and FBI came and arrested that guy. He was wanted for multiple murders in Nevada. Animals know.
Two years ago while I was sitting down on a bus in the Bronx on my way home, a man sitting across from me brandished a box cutter at me so only I could see it. It just so happened that in that same bus another passenger had a pitbull dog (whom I’ve never met prior) and was sitting about 3 feet from us. I’ll never forget how as soon as the man had taken out the box cutter at me, the dog started barking in his direction. Unfortunately, the people nearby got startled unaware of what the man was doing to me and I couldn’t say anything because I feared that he would attack me. So the entire time, I stayed calmed and pretended I was ignoring the man (while still being alert of him) and the dog kept looking in his direction until he eventually hopped off. So yes, I believe dogs can sense evil and I’ll be forever grateful that sweet pitbull.
I have a story for you. I had a group of friends over on a Sunday afternoon. We enjoyed the BBQ...... then it was time to go. One by one everyone left except this one guy. He sat on my couch and kept chatting with me. I was single at the time. He was not remotely attractive to me. However he had a crush me. So I politely talked with for a while. Soon I got tired of being polite and thought... "I wish he would go home". INSTANTLY my dog jumped up and started full on barking at him. We are talking crazy attack dog stuff! Soooooo embarrassing and secretly funny. I called him off apologized and then said "its time to go I guess!" That dog was so in tune with my every thought. It was truly amazing! Poor geeky guy, his feelings were hurt..... but I was finally free of him.
When I was 13 a friend and I were playing basketball at nearby community park in our neighborhood. I had my lab mix dog tied on a long leash to a tree on the perimeter of the court so he wouldn't wonder off while we played. This rough looking guy about 21 or so wondered up and asked if he could play with us. My dog, who was the sweetest dog in the world, slowly got up from the ground, hackles raised up, teeth bared, head lowered, and with a deep, deep growl in his throat, started stiff legging it over to the guy. I wasn't paying attention to the guy, I could only stare incredulously at my dog who had never, ever, behaved that way before. The guy suddenly decided he wasn't in the mood for basketball and left. I have no doubt whatsoever my dog recognized that guy as a bad person and would have attacked him if he needed to. He never showed that side of himself again. Good boy. ❤
I worked with aggressive dogs that had been seized by the council for attacking people. I would usually sit down in front of their cages and just talk to them. Eventually, they realised that all I wanted to do was feed them, clean their cage and hug them. They became so loyal to me. I loved them all so much but I had to leave, tho, bc often they would have to be put to sleep by law and that broke my heart.
Animals smell through the facade humans use to manipulate.
My Cane Corso would always bark and make a show of acting protective whenever someone was making me uncomfortable. One time a stranger began a conversation with me and I started out relaxed, but became increasingly uncomfortable as the conversation went on. And my dog got increasingly agitated and ended up barking and growling. He also went after a neighbour that gave me very off vibes once. Was my fault, I wasn't paying attention and no physical harm done. But he knew I wasn't comfortable with the guy and always protected me. He passed away almost a year ago now and I miss him so much. He was the best boy.
“The reason isn’t what you think” it was exactly what i thought.
I owned an antique mall. My bearded collie, who i had raised from a pup, was my store dog. He greated everybody and loved them all. One day, i heard him growling. pretty seriously , in another room of the mall. When i got to him, he had a man cornered in a booth. He wasn't going to attack, he was at least 10 feet away, but he didn't like that guy. I'll never know why, but since he is the only person that he ever growled at, i was sure there was something bad about him.
13:51 An extra hand found on the right arm. A.I. generated indeed.
After I got PTSD by being repeatedly poisoned, my dog would 1. Growl to anyone smelling of cigarretes, marijuana or agrotoxics 2. Growl to anyone coming in a motorcicle 3. Attack if the person tried to go near me if I didn't give the command friend or calm before. I don't know if it was my nervousness/MCAS sensivities or his own judgement, but he would defend me always. I miss him.
I was always seen as the bad one sneaky, weird, and suspicious. Whenever something bad happened, my parents blamed me first, even though I was just introverted and actually the most well behaved honest kid. I remember playing outside with my friends once when we found a stray puppy. We all ran in different directions to see which of us it would follow, and it mostly followed me even though I was behind it.
I had 2 Boxers. The big male, Kane, once cornered a trespasser in my yard who was trying to break into my shed. I could tell by the way Kane was barking that it was a serious situation. I went out, confronted the guy, and then I let the guy go. A month or two later I had a worrying situation when I heard the meter man in the backyard. I was afraid my otherwise very friendly Boxers might treat him like the trespasser. I was wrong. When I looked out the window the young man (about the same age as the trespasser) was talking to my dogs who were listening intently. The young man said to Kane, "Sit". Kane obeyed and gladly took a pat on the head. They were super smart and intuitive. Like a lot of people, I trust dogs more than I trust any human.