stdreb27
Active Member
So the other day after my looong commute, I park in front of my house and start walking into the house. But then I remember I have to check the mail. I turn around and there is this GIANT rottweiler, sitting next to my mailbox. It was a beautiful dog. Now I’m about 10 feet from the mailbox and 20 feet from the house. I lived in a rural town, and there is a sizable chunk of people who think dog fighting is fun. And it is somewhat a problem. There is no way I’d get to the house before this dog would get me. So I just stand there. I looked at him. And he is staring at me with his uncut ears perked up at me. Finally after what seemed like forever, I not knowing what to do reverted to my little boy self and decided to go pet him. So I said “hi puppy!” At that moment the dog charged me. And my entire life sped before my eyes, I reached for my 3.5-inch serrated Kershaw but I’d left it on my desk at him. He jumped. I weight 200 pounds and this dog probably came close to matching that. I hit the grass the dog on my chest. At that point the dumb dog proceeded to lick me tongue covering my whole face. He was as friendly as my old beagles.
To bad I couldn’t keep him.
To bad I couldn’t keep him.