I’ve got a couple of puncture scars from sticking my arm out to stop a pitbull from attacking my dog. Its owner couldn’t believe I didn’t sue him.
You are my hero.
Last night there was a blind, 18 year old Boston terrier zig-zagging across three lanes of road with lunatics speeding towards him.
I stopped the car across two lanes, hit the flashers and ran out with a high powered flashlight, waving my arms and screaming.
Did anyone stop?
*no*
They shot out into the third lane, the wrong way and blew by us.
I finally snatched that dog up and ran for the car.
Took a while but I found his crying mom who was sure he’d been killed.
/I ain’t right in the head
You should see the handmade spike collar I put together for the boy when I take him where other, less polite dogs might be.
It’s damn near a “wolf collar”.
Rows of 2” spikes all around.