Wish I Had Been a Hero

...Or heroine.

It didn't occur to me that maybe I shouldn't have been attacking a pit bull dog until I got back to Jenny's house.

Jenny and I went for a walk. We went by Fric and Frac where there was an outdoor cafe. There were about half a dozen diners there. One guy was there with his 2 lovely pit bulls. When the owner of the pit bulls saw Max, he shouted, "Oh SH**!" and then both dogs charged. One attacked Jenny's dog, Max! It locked onto Max's face close to the throat! The owner ran up and was pulling on his dogs' leashes. Jenny noticed that the collars were stuck together and unfastened her dog's. The owner was saying things like, "Go ahead and just kill my dog! I need to put this dog down! If you've got a gun, just shoot it!"

I yelled, "No! Bad Dog!" into the pit bull's face. Didn't work. So I kicked it as hard as I could a couple of times. Didn't work. I realized that this jerked the pit bull and only made it yank at Max's face harder.

The owner told me to grab his other, smaller dog who was also trying to get into the action. He said it's a good dog and won't hurt me. It freed an extra hand for the owner.

The owner was shouting, "Get the pry-bar!" Someone brought a car wrench but then he hesitated a long time. Finally the stranger gathered enough courage to rap the dog on the nose. It was enough. The dog let go and the owners pulled their pets back.

Max seemed glad to be back on his walk, sniffing and galloping around like nothing happened. He had a little dot of broken skin and missing fur on his jaw.

We were glad the kids weren't there. Jenny was kinda shakey for awhile. I felt sick and sad the next morning.