Picture this. I'm walking along my little culdesac with Jack and Memphis. Ba doop ba doop. Not a care in the world. In fact, almost sublimely happy due to the tasty supper I had just consumed. Suddenly this green car pulls up along side me. Thinking the driver needs directions, I venture close.
Our conversation:
Him: You've got to get home right now! Those two dogs just killed a dog!
Me: What two dogs? Where? When?
Him: Just back there! (He gestures a few houses up the street and I see dim movement--no glasses and hence fairly blind).
Me: When? Are you sure? (Talk about slow on the uptake! Hey, Wendy, DANGER!!! But Wendy thinks, hmmm, really? Real danger? For me?)
Him: You've got to get home!
And that's when one of those two killer pitbulls spies me and my tasty pets. Massive grey dog, scarred face, charging toward us with horrific purpose. Awful aggressive barks and incredible speed. I lean down and seize Memphis (Did I mention my not so dainty assortment of scratches?), whirl back around and kick the dog a mighty one full on his nose, start shrieking like a banshee and take off down the street for home, cat clutched tight against my bosom, dog dragging behind by the leash.
The mister, upon hearing my ululations, hastens out and into his dazed, confused arms I plow, heaving my explanation of killer dogs. I look back and see the man in green car trying to block access to my street with his car to prevent evil dog from its evil dog purpose.
Well, a series of calls to 911 and animal control and the next thing we know the police are there, monitoring the pittbulls who were, at that point, lunging at people and guarding the carcass of the poor little moppet they had slain, awaiting animal control.
Of any further details, I know naught, having hastened home in a state of great fear! But is it wrong of me to want those dogs to be put down immediately? They were more than mean. I have no doubt that that grey dog would have seized upon my limbs had he the chance, and he most assuredly would have made short work of my sweet dog and cat. I know their owner must love them (one can hope that even though they are sanguinary, they're nice to someone...), and I'm all for second chances and obviously they just got loose due to some act of carelessness on his part, but still, I don't feel the neighborhood is safe with them existing in it... I guess, even as a tremendous advocate for the critters of the world, I err on the side of caution when witnessing such unsolicited aggression.
What do you all think?
