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?
WOW! SCARY!!! I would not have liked to be in that situation. We have coyotes where we live and my family and I have to be careful not to stay outside when it gets dark. And I really understand why you would like to have those dogs put down. I feel you will be safer now...
ReplyDeleteWow....talk about misadventures. I have a feeling those dogs already were put down. Dogs that attack without provocation cannot be rehabilitated. And even though you are an advocate for the critters of the world, I think being an advocate for all the other critters would be better than for those two dogs. Probably a better thing for all of us.
ReplyDeleteMy house is right next to the S.M. mountain conservancy, so we used to have animals jump in our backyard before we got a taller fence. Once, my grandparents were about to go on a walk when this Russian man came up to the door with several pitbulls. He was asked to wait a second, and then he said "I wait for nothing", or something like that. Then, he let them off of their leashes and let them roam through the house. One was trying to lunch for my grandmother (or harm her somehow), but thankfully one of her German Shepards, Esko, blocked the attack. Thanks to the pitbull, Esko now is missing the point of one of his ears.
ReplyDeleteWow... we have coyotes too, but they hardly ever come out near our house. Although, there was this one time when my mom was out near the garden and she saw one. Thinking that it was just a lost dog, she cooed to it to calm it down. I think that the coyote seemed to like it for a millisecond, and then it realized that it was confronting a human, and it ran away into the valley. I'm glad that I wasn't where my mother was that day, because even though coyotes hardly ever harm adults because they are much bigger than they are, I would have looked like a tasty snack to the little coyote. I could understand why you would want those dogs taken to animals control, because those dogs would have been like the coyote and you dog and cat would be like me near one.
ReplyDeleteThis possibly shows that the owner of these dogs is a terrible owner. If these dogs were so terrible, the owner ought to know of it, and take precautions to keep them from harming other animals, people, etc. But if they were stray dogs on the other hand…
ReplyDeleteOh my god...
ReplyDeleteYou kicked the dog in the nose? Quick thinking-and acting! Once, in my old house we had about 10 square feet of backyard space, and it was a patio. There was this high wall because we lived on a mountain, and once when I was 2, a deer jumped over the wall and started checking me out. I was completely fine, but my Mom was freaked and started whacking the deer with a broom. So that's kind of relevant...But that's just a weird story that you have.
that's so weird...there was just a notice where i live about two killer pitbulls that badly injured a poodle! i never actually saw them, though.
ReplyDeleteWow! What a gripping story! I don't think I could have been that brave. Really good thinking. How do you think your pets felt? This story has a lot of potential to become a terrific novel! Of course, not without your permission, of course. :)
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