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Well you’re going to think I’m making this up but I simply can’t resist. But it’s a true story and I got proof.

All the dogs in my neighborhood are extremely jealous of my dog. I’m serious and ain’t even wearing a tinfoil hat.

TWO dogs, count ‘em, TWO, attacked her while I was walking her. ATTACKED her, don’t get confused.

First time, again not making this up, was a frigging Pomeranian....not making it up. Now this dog should not have been loose but the owner always let the little bugger run around while he was working in his garage. Frankly I wouldn’t have thought that little dog would attack Joann but he did.

Ran out of the garage and right up to Joann and BIT HER! Yes he did. Joann plucked that mutt up like he was but a dust ball and shook him back and forth like he was just a rag doll. I shouted the DROP command and she dropped the mutt. Which then ran off from his personal dog hell, yelping as, well he was a bit of a mess.

Absolutely no one saw the entire thing but like a good citizen I went up to the door and notified the people that their dog attacked my dog and we even, get this, paid half the vet bill although the dog ATTACKED mine. Joann weighs about 70 pounds, the Pomeranian around 10. What’s up with that?

The SECOND time she got attacked, again not making this up, was by a cocker spaniel, again a dog that shouldn’t have been loose. Both times Joann was on a sturdy leash and as always had on a harness. We were on a public street.

This attack was particularly heinous as that spaniel did a number on Joann. He cut a big hole in her side and in response, go with me here....well that spaniel lost an eyeball and damn near his life. My 3 year old granddaughter was with me and witnessed the entire horrific event. That spaniel pushed open the screen door of its house and ran out on the street and attacked Joann. The spaniel was about, maybe 30, 35 pounds, again, no match for Joann.

Joann took those big jaws of hers and clamped down on that dog’s face, not that I blame her the damn dog attacked her! I couldn’t get her to let go and it was gruesome. Joann had that cocker’s face in her jaws and I could see that the dog’s eyeball was a goner. That cocker was making death noises and not for nothing could I get Joann to let go.

Finally the cocker’s owner hears me screaming, not to mention granddaughter crying her eyes out so scared she was. The owner runs out to where I am pounding on Joann’s snout that she would let go of the cocker, laying in a ditch, my poor granddaughter out in the middle of the street screaming in fear.

But get this...the cocker’s owner had a BUTCHER KNIFE! I looked up and saw him with that butcher knife over top of me. I begged him to please don’t hurt my dog, please,please,please don’t hurt my dog. I truly believe he was going to stab Joann.

The owner threw the butcher knife down because I positioned my body over Joann. If that guy was going to stab my dog he would have to go through me. When I wouldn’t budge he threw the knife down.

Between the two of us we got Joann unplugged from the cocker but that dog was in bad, bad shape.

These people too wanted me to pay their vet bill but I’d had enough. I keep my dog confined, so should they. And in BOTH cases the dogs ATTACKED MINE!

With the cocker I had to take Joann to my vet. My vet told me that those dogs viewed Joann as a challenge to, what? Their manhood? I just don’t know.

Finally, one day I was walking Joann yet again. Joann has never attacked or hurt an animal in her life, not once, and she’s never bit a human and, indeed, is a friendly dog. In fact I had the SPCA out after the cocker fight because I wanted the truth to be reported about what happened. I brought Joann out and any fool could see she was not a vicious dog.

Anyway, don’t this adorable little bichon frise come running out into the street and right up to Joann. I’m screaming and yelling and this time the owner was desperately trying to catch her dog. All I could think of was that Joann would KILL that little dog.

Well the bichon frise didn’t, read my lips, the little dog DID NOT attack Joann. Thus, Joann did not attack back. Joann did growl at the cute little thing but I think mainly because I was hysterical by this point and Joann wanted to protect me.

Anyway, I don’t walk Joann anymore because, forget about it. Every damn dog in the neighborhood thinks she is fair game.

And Joann, she really doesn’t want to fight.

Every day I walk Joann around our own yard, fifty times around the yard.

And one morning, go to hell if I’m making this up because I’m not, damn if a dog didn’t run up to our fence and try to get IN our yard to get at Joann. It was yet another dog owned by the cocker owner. And we’ve got a big stockade fence and there was this dog trying to get over the fence!

You can’t make this stuff up.