A Freightening Experience

Every evening my four dogs and I head out on a long walk. We take various routes around our township. Sometimes there are sidewalks for us to use, sometimes we have to walk in the streets and alleyways. Tonight we had a frightening experience. We were attacked by a Pit Bull.

Whenever a loose dog comes running out of a yard towards us, Brisco is usually first out front with teeth bared. He hates an uncontrolled dog. Tonight, however, we were attacked from behind. I knew I had to do something, so I let go of my dogs' leashes and grabbed the front leg of the Pit. If I could keep him off balance, I was hoping I could cause him to lose power. It worked. However, I was drug across the macadam and loose stones. I'm brush burned, and his back leg went across my chin and lower lip. I have a cut on my lip, both inside where my teeth bit my lip and outside where his nail cut me.

The scariest part was me holding onto that leg, looking up to see this dog having Cosi's right ear and right half of his head in his mouth. I screamed for help, hoping the owner (at least!) would come help me. She finally came out and got hold of her dog.

Cosi was not hurt; I was the main victim with scrapes and brush burns.

I am afraid that Cosi learned to be aggressive with dogs coming at him.

I am afraid that Mike was hurt emotionally and will be afraid of other dogs or that alley where we were attacked.

I am afraid that I'll be attacked again.

So many people in our township have dogs that are not in fenced in yards or on leashes. There is a township ordinance that dogs must be on leash when outside. And yet I see so many dogs loose in the yard. "He's OK," they always say. Yeah, right.

I'm angry that my favorite pastime was ruined tonight.