I love wid dogs!
Today I was walking through a field on my lunch break and noticed a dog playing with an empty plastic bottle. He was so cute and happy dancing around the field, tossing it around and then running to "catch" it. I walked up to him, being sure to keep a safe distance, and got down on one knee. He seemed a bit scared, but his curiosity go the better of him and he slowly approached me. I held my hand out so he could get my scent. He sniffed my palm and began licking it.
"Good dog! Good boy!" I said in a soft voice, and then slowly attempted to pet him.
He growled, snapped his head back and sunk his teeth into the side of my hand.
"Easy boy!" I said. He clamped down harder and began to shake his head back and forth. Blood began poring from the wound and I searched my pockets for a handkerchief with my free hand. As luck would have it, I didn't have one on me.
By this time, some other dogs that I hadn't noticed before came running up. They must have smelled my dripping blood, because they were extremely excited. One bit my forearm, another bit my other hand and a rather large "mutt" wrapped his snout around the back of my neck. None were wearing collars, which is against the law.
"Down boys! Easy there! I said in a stern voice. It's important to show dogs you're the boss.
They didn't seem to listen to me, and continued biting and chewing and drinking my blood. As one dog pulled me to the right, the others pulled me to the left. I felt like a puppet for dogs, except I was a puppet that bled and didn't make children happy.
I decided to "play dead" like they advise you in the case of bear attacks. I went limp and laid in the grass. The dogs continued to bite and chew and in addition began to pull skin and clumps of flesh off my bones. What a mess these dogs were making!
Unsure as to how to handle the situation, I decided to relax, enjoy the nature and take a nap. Perhaps the answer would come to me in a dream? Well, it didn't. But I did wake up in an ambulance and I got to take the whole afternoon off! Thanks wild dogs!
"Good dog! Good boy!" I said in a soft voice, and then slowly attempted to pet him.
He growled, snapped his head back and sunk his teeth into the side of my hand.
"Easy boy!" I said. He clamped down harder and began to shake his head back and forth. Blood began poring from the wound and I searched my pockets for a handkerchief with my free hand. As luck would have it, I didn't have one on me.
By this time, some other dogs that I hadn't noticed before came running up. They must have smelled my dripping blood, because they were extremely excited. One bit my forearm, another bit my other hand and a rather large "mutt" wrapped his snout around the back of my neck. None were wearing collars, which is against the law.
"Down boys! Easy there! I said in a stern voice. It's important to show dogs you're the boss.
They didn't seem to listen to me, and continued biting and chewing and drinking my blood. As one dog pulled me to the right, the others pulled me to the left. I felt like a puppet for dogs, except I was a puppet that bled and didn't make children happy.
I decided to "play dead" like they advise you in the case of bear attacks. I went limp and laid in the grass. The dogs continued to bite and chew and in addition began to pull skin and clumps of flesh off my bones. What a mess these dogs were making!
Unsure as to how to handle the situation, I decided to relax, enjoy the nature and take a nap. Perhaps the answer would come to me in a dream? Well, it didn't. But I did wake up in an ambulance and I got to take the whole afternoon off! Thanks wild dogs!