Posted on January 31, 2012
Yesterday’s run went fairly well for the first 4 miles. But as I turned a corner, I noticed a guy and his two German Shepherds tossing a ball in a grass area under some eucalyptus trees. I immediately stopped, put the leash on Heather, and crossed the street before making the turn toward him. I could see that the guy saw us coming and I heard him call his dogs. But that did no good at all. As I came a little closer, the two dogs saw Heather and bolted across the street. I yelled to the guy, “Hey! Get your dogs!” But he had no control over them at all. One of the two dogs, practically jump attacked Heather – completely unprovoked – and a fight broke out.
Heather is not a fearful dog, and she’ll stand her ground. As her owner, I have no way to stop the fight, and it was not looking like it is going to stop anytime soon. The owner was taking his time getting across the street, so I did exactly what you are not supposed to do. I jumped into the fight with Heather. For all I knew, I might be fighting for her life. I don’t care what the rules are. I’m taking that German Shepard down before she takes Heather down. So I started kicking the dog, and going ballistic on her. I am still an animal lover, even if the dog is attacking, so I felt bad doing it. But it needed to be done.
Finally the guy comes over and grabs his dog. I was really angry. The primary responsibility for any dog owner is to always have control of your animal. He clearly didn’t. I yelled at him, “What the f*** is your problem? You saw me coming, and you didn’t do anything to get control of your dogs!” The guy says, “Sorry, she sometimes does that.” I exploded, “You knew she does this and you still take her into public areas? What is wrong with you?!?” I looked at Heather to make sure I she was ok, and I immediately saw blood on my hand. I looked up to see the guy walking away, and I yelled again, “Hey, I need your information in case my dog is hurt. She’s bleeding.” He said something, but I couldn’t hear him as I continued to look for the wound on Heather. I couldn’t find anything wrong with her, and then I realized that the blood on my hand was because I was bit. It was my blood, not Heather’s.
Posted on January 29, 2012