prose
Well-Known Member
On our walk last night, we took a short stroll around the neighbouring streets. A woman had two dogs--a French Bulldog and a Yellow Lab. While the Lab was peeing in the gutter, the Frenchie stood in the middle of the pavement, staring, crouching low and very stiff in its body language. Stella, of course, took this as a cue to bark like a nutter. So, I told her to shut up, turned around and started walking away.
Next thing, the Lab had dragged the woman all the way to us, and the dog pushed Stella into a storefront and went for her head. I managed to manouevre Stella out of the way with my leg and yank her up by her harness high into the air; thank god she was in a harness because the Lab's jaws were about a cm from her head. (I usually walk her in a collar, but it was being laundered last night.)
Guess we shall we avoiding that particular street in the future
Next thing, the Lab had dragged the woman all the way to us, and the dog pushed Stella into a storefront and went for her head. I managed to manouevre Stella out of the way with my leg and yank her up by her harness high into the air; thank god she was in a harness because the Lab's jaws were about a cm from her head. (I usually walk her in a collar, but it was being laundered last night.)
Guess we shall we avoiding that particular street in the future