OH MY GOODNESS. It was the scariest thing I have ever experienced in all of my life. I was walking Cotton Balls around my parents neighborhood and this beast of a stray dog (I’m talking like if I were on all fours, it was bigger than me – I described it to Nick and he said it sounds half Rottweiler and half German Shepherd. Remember how big dogs scare the crap out of my anyway?) comes up behind us and picks Cotton up by his neck and was shaking him and then I pulled on his leash to get him out of his mouth. Then he grabbed him by his back haunch and I whipped him back again. I the whole time was screaming bloody murder cause I was pretty sure that he was going to eat him whole. I was able to pick Cotton up – all the while he’s was screaming and making sounds I’d never heard – and I was yelling at the dog and he finally backed off and went away. We nearly died. I mean, seriously. I have a bruise on my shin and Cotton I think is bruised cause he whines when I touch him and he has big red welts with teeth marks where he picked him up. After I thought about it, with the shaking he was doing, I’m so thankful he didn’t break his neck! I’m guessing that’s what he was trying to do. It gives me goose bumps to think about it now.
This is Cotton, in happier times ...
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Good gracious I made all kinds of typos in there. And to add insult to injury - or injury to insult as the case may be - I think I twisted my back fighting that damn monster.
The owner of the monster should be tortured!
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