Well we had a scary thing happen yesterday that's worth mentioning here!
Angi came up and we took Shadow on one of our favorite 5 mile walks. About 4 miles into it, there's an old farmhouse that has a big, old Rottweiler. He has
ALWAYS been tied up, and is usually too put out to even stand up while he barks at us on our way past the house.
Yesterday there was a bull-dog of some sort at that house and he came running out to the road to see who we were. I looked up, and sure as shit here comes that old Rottweiler...
NOT TIED UP.
I tried really hard not to panic, but that didn't work very well. I looked at Angi and said,
"I don't know what to do!!!" All the while flashbacks from when I was a teenager and my neighbor's Rottweiler, Rambo (120 pounds of head, teeth, neck, and chest) got loose and latched onto some random dog walking through our neighborhood. Rambo's owner's dad was there at the time, and he hit Rambo with an aluminum bat about 6 times before Rambo finally let go of the other dog. The other dog lived, but it took something like a couple dozen stitches and a $1500 vet bill.
So back to yesterday- The big Rot comes trotting toward us... not running full bore, or snarling, or even barking. I have this
tiny bit of relief that maybe,
JUST MAYBE he's only going to "say hello."
He gets up beside Shadow, takes a quick wiff of him, and then opened up his huge bear-trap of a mouth and dove right toward the small of Shadow's back!!!
Now mind you, I'm an animal lover and I don't want to hurt them... but when it comes to me hurting them, or them hurting me or my family... My familia wins out every time.
Luckily I had positioned myself just right--- and
RIGHT BEFORE his teeth made contact with Shadow..... I hauled off and kicked that mother f'er right in his side as
HARD AS I COULD. And that must have been pretty hard because he's about a 120# dog and he flew all the way over by the opposite ditch line, and decided to back off just long enough for us to get away from there.
The
ONLY reason that worked, is because he's an old Rot and he didn't have the gumption to stick with it. I hate to think how it would have went down had the Rot been young like Shadow is. I wouldn't have been able to stop him. Time to start carrying a fighter when we walk I guess!
One of my Dad's friends has a 100 pound PitBull... and if it would have been that dog or one like him, Shadow would be dead and I would either be dead too or in the hospital.
How do you guys prepare for and/or handle this type of situation??????
