![]() I turned around screaming Kota’s name over and over again. I tried to get to my feet and a this kid built like a football player leaned in and said Where do you hurt?” I told him my knee and my foot and this kid just lifted me up under my arms like I was 40 pounds. He went to launch on me and he was grabbed by onlookers, i think. I was getting ready to bring my legs to my chest and kick this brute with all my might. I also knew, that even if I ended up in the hospital I was going to kill that son-of-a-bitch. I met those black eyes and they were narrowed. I fell into the gutter, and I felt this tremendous pain in my bad knee and my foot. He lunged backward and threw me off balance. I am keeping him off the ground with all my might and I don’t know to this day how I did that? This dog, it would turn out was over 200 pounds. So there I am, I have this dog, I am behind him and I have his collar in both hands. The dog ,he didn’t bark when he was on Kota, he roared. There were people during the fight coming out of their houses, cars were stopping, people were getting out of their cars. He was shot out of a cannon, he was moving so fast. I pounded on the side of the dog’s face with my fist and I am screaming Get off my dog! He finally let go of Kota and Kota took off screaming. I grabbed that damn dog’s collar and I yanked as hard as I could. Kota is screaming, he’s not fighting back. ![]() He was chewing on him like he was a piece of chicken. The dog was laying on Kota with both of his front legs in his mouth. Kota was screaming, like I never want to hear him scream again. Kota went submissive, didn’t matter this dog was on the kill. NOTHING! He lunged and in doing so (I found out later) broke the metal ring on his collar where the leash was and he knocked over his elderly owner.īut he was on Kota. He didn’t even show one “Tell” There was no growling, no barking, not a raised lip, no tucked tail or low body posture. Well this brute finally saw Kota and it was on. I am about a yard away and ready to make a giant swing into the street far enough away to keep us safe and come up in the street ahead of them, The dog is focused on the street ahead of him. So they come down the driveway and this dog is HUGE! He is bigger than a Mastiff. I told my friend that I was going to take Kota for a walk and that she and the previous owner needed to go down the driveway and walk away from where we were standing (a few houses down) I have been around dogs long enough to know that when they are on their property, they are highly protective. ![]() We get there and I keep him in the truck. And for happy, active dogs he is a tornado of play. For shy dogs, he lays down so his belly is flat, he lowers his head and lets them sniff him until they are satisfied that he is okay. They back off because that is a pack way. I did not teach him this, he just knows that with aggressive dogs, he immediately goes submissive. So I brought Kota with me, a decision I shall forever regret. I asked her if the dog was dog friendly, she left the phone came and said Yes, Dan (the owner) said his dog was dog friendly. ITS ALL GOOD WILD 9 SOUND HOW TOThe owner was there at the time, and she wanted me to come by and meet the dog and give her some tips about how to introduce him to the five kittens she adopted from me a few years ago. She had recently lost her Bull Mastiff and she had found another dog that she had at her home. So I was going to share all of that and call it a day, then on Saturday the 30th, a day that will stick in my mind forever. Our ground here is so hard that even my tractor could not have made a dent in the soil. I named her Spark and left her with the vet so they would cremate her and do a community scattering. (That decision was made when she was declawed). She was a Siamese, someone had decided her life wasn’t worth much. I picked her up gently, rushed her to the vet. Thankfully, I had a small blanket tucked under the seat. There was a little girl almost on top of her playing with a balloon! I asked her if she knew anything about this cat? She just shrugged her shoulders and told me the kitty had been there for awhile. ![]() I saw the kitty, so I left him in the truck and ran over, She was so debilitated. I happened to be visiting a friend that lived on that street, and I stopped at the park to give Kota a run. She was declawed, weak, dehydrated she was dying. Ignoring her pleas for water and assistance. She was old, she was bony, she was barely moving. ![]() I was going to log in and tell you about the cat that I found in a local park. ![]()
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