Life’s funny.
If you’ve already experienced something, it loses its power to intimidate you.
Without [again] telling the whole sordid back story here, I’ll just stick to the punchline.
Suffice to say that in 1982, I threw myself on top of my Dobermann, knocking him to the floor where I covered him with my own body in order to keep a Norfolk VA SWAT thug from plugging him.
I was 20 then and had my whole life ahead of me and lot to live for.
30 years later, I’ve got less of both so doing it -again- wouldn’t even require a nanosecond’s thought.
There’s them that’ll complain and them that’ll do.
Pick a side.
God bless you for protecting an innocent member of the family.
I’ve had in my mind a long time that my only way to protect our beloved dog in this situation is to do the same thing you did. I hope I have the courage to do it, if ever necessary.
I misinterpreted your previous post, & for that I am sorry.
Animal abusers will burn in Hell, no matter their faith.