So I’m walking Ranger tonight when I see a couple ahead of me.  He has 5 dogs and she has 2 or 3 more.  I slow down, because who wants that many dogs pulling at the same time.  Ranger and I finally get the chance to pass on the opposite side while they are well into a yard on the other side of the street.  You’d think that would be ok.  But no…

All of a sudden I hear, from behind me, “Dawson NO!”.  Dawson, the german shepherd, has slipped his leash and is attacking us.  I get several good kicks into Dawson’s ribs, each time pushing him back several feet.  At the same time, Dawson’s owner is standing there saying Dawson’s name over and over and swearing at me.  After biting Ranger’s stomach and receiving a really good kick to the testicular area, Dawson had enough and left off the attack. 

Then Dawson’s owner really started swearing at me.  Somehow it’s my fault that he was walking a vicious dog and couldn’t control it.  Seriously.

The happy ending is that I’m unhurt and Ranger only has a minor scratch.  Hopefully Dawson will be feeling this for days to come.