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Coming back from the beach today with my little Jack Russel Terrier/cross when four large, well muscled pig dogs streaked out of the yard of one of my neighbors houses and attacked her. She panicked and ran, they thought she was something worth chasing and one of them clamped his jaws down on the back of her neck and shook. The dogs owner came out and managed to collar two of the dogs but the other two were doing their best to tear mine apart.
I stepped in and kicked the dog that was holding puff hard in the ribs and it barely noticed me. The only thing that was preventing it getting a good neck-breaking shake was that Puffs desperate wriggling was preventing it getting a good grip it was trying to push down on her to be able to sink its teeth in deeper.
I straddled the dog and clamped it with my thighs- the other one was lunging and snapping at me but seemed too chicken to try to latch on to me with a decent bite which in hindsight was probably lucky for me. Rule no:1 which states though shalt never wade into a pack of fighting dogs went straight out of the window. I was pretty sure Puff had seconds to live.
Say what you like about all that knifesturbating but I reckon it sharpens your deployment skills. I cant recall even having a knife on me Id just ducked down the beach for a quick swim after all and wasnt consciously carrying, if you know what I mean. But my P-Salt does tend to live in my board shorts. It seemed that the knife had just appeared in my hand. The only thing I could think was hurt big dog badly make it let go of puff.
I unstraddled the dog and just ripped a big gouge right down its back. You H1 owners will know how sharp that steel can get. The big dog let out an even more piercing shriek than Puff was and immediately started trying to lick its back. Another insight in hindsight it cant have been much of a pig-dog because most pig dogs I know wouldnt let a mere foot long gash in their side deter them.
The idiot owner was shouting something unintelligible at me. I looked at him and he reeled back in shock. Me; standing there with a bloody knife and probably some kind of terrible look on my face seemed to freak him out.
I found Puff hiding under the water tank of another house and it took a long while to coax her out and she wasnt moving too well when I did.
The vet says shes really lucky. A few puncture wounds around the throat (that will require close monitoring for a few days to avoid infection) and a decent case of whiplash but so far she seems ok. Even ate some food this morning which is always a good sign.
The pig-dog owner just put his dogs on the back of his Ute and left town. No-one has heard how his bog dog fared. If I see his dogs unrestrained again I will not hesitate to shoot them all dead and have passed that message onto the neighbors of mine who he was visiting.
Too early to see if there is going to be any blowback on this but Ill let yall know if there is.
Seems to me I had no choice of course I had the choice to stand there and watch my little dog die a gruesome painful death.
But in terms of a to use or not to use choice with the knife. I didnt seem like I did.
I stepped in and kicked the dog that was holding puff hard in the ribs and it barely noticed me. The only thing that was preventing it getting a good neck-breaking shake was that Puffs desperate wriggling was preventing it getting a good grip it was trying to push down on her to be able to sink its teeth in deeper.
I straddled the dog and clamped it with my thighs- the other one was lunging and snapping at me but seemed too chicken to try to latch on to me with a decent bite which in hindsight was probably lucky for me. Rule no:1 which states though shalt never wade into a pack of fighting dogs went straight out of the window. I was pretty sure Puff had seconds to live.
Say what you like about all that knifesturbating but I reckon it sharpens your deployment skills. I cant recall even having a knife on me Id just ducked down the beach for a quick swim after all and wasnt consciously carrying, if you know what I mean. But my P-Salt does tend to live in my board shorts. It seemed that the knife had just appeared in my hand. The only thing I could think was hurt big dog badly make it let go of puff.
I unstraddled the dog and just ripped a big gouge right down its back. You H1 owners will know how sharp that steel can get. The big dog let out an even more piercing shriek than Puff was and immediately started trying to lick its back. Another insight in hindsight it cant have been much of a pig-dog because most pig dogs I know wouldnt let a mere foot long gash in their side deter them.
The idiot owner was shouting something unintelligible at me. I looked at him and he reeled back in shock. Me; standing there with a bloody knife and probably some kind of terrible look on my face seemed to freak him out.
I found Puff hiding under the water tank of another house and it took a long while to coax her out and she wasnt moving too well when I did.
The vet says shes really lucky. A few puncture wounds around the throat (that will require close monitoring for a few days to avoid infection) and a decent case of whiplash but so far she seems ok. Even ate some food this morning which is always a good sign.
The pig-dog owner just put his dogs on the back of his Ute and left town. No-one has heard how his bog dog fared. If I see his dogs unrestrained again I will not hesitate to shoot them all dead and have passed that message onto the neighbors of mine who he was visiting.
Too early to see if there is going to be any blowback on this but Ill let yall know if there is.
Seems to me I had no choice of course I had the choice to stand there and watch my little dog die a gruesome painful death.
But in terms of a to use or not to use choice with the knife. I didnt seem like I did.
