Posted by Bob Kipple on April 13, 1999 at 18:48:20:
My primary way of dealing with a full blown 8 to 10 CH is walking (pacing?). When we moved to this very rural location in '80, the walks around the dirt roads seemed a little more soothing than pacing around the pool at our former house. The only problem in this rural paradise was dogs. After standing off 3 pit bulls, 2 dobermans and a variety of yappies, I started carrying a gun although the intense light of my dive light would usually stop then. The closest I came to using it was on a very dark night I was rounding the corner on the road to home when something "bumped" me. I turned on my flashlight and there was a HUGE Rotweiler pacing with me. Out comes the gun!!! But Mr. R wants to be my friend, ie, takes my hand gently in his mouth (dog spit, ugh). OK sez I, dog wants to be my pal (stupid dog really wanted to be my lover). We go around the corner and Mr. R runs in front of me, trips me and now I'm on hands and knees. Next thing I know, there's a paw on both shoulder and a rhythmic bumping on my but
t. AAARRGHHH. Grabbed Mr. R by neck while getting gun and getting ready to defend my honor. Mr R just kinda wimpered, like 'Did I do someting wrong?". OK sez I, you're spared. So I finally get home, the beast has been walked off, and I tell my wife of my ordeal... First, she offers to call the rape crisis line and then worries about what to name the puppies!!! I really love this lady, she can sense when I can appreciate this humor.
Painfree and remission for all. Wacth out for large dogs, we suffer unough.