Last evening was lovely. Even though my knee was bothering me and Angel's leg was stiff, I figured we could still go for a walk if we took it easy. So at 6, I took Bogie and Angel for what was intended to be a leisurely walk. And was.
Until we rounded our home street.
Bogie was leading, as he usually does. At the second house from the corner, hidden from view by the car in the driveway, the
owner had his two bulldogs leashed out in the yard. Close to the sidewalk.
The bulldogs started lunging at the end of their leashes,
barking and growling. Bogie, of course,
was interested. I don’t think he would
have hurt them, but I don’t like to take the chance. One bite and most other dogs would be
dead. I didn't want Bogie to think he
had to defend himself, or me.
The leash gave Bogie too much leeway so I grabbed his collar
and yanked. I was glad he was wearing
his prong collar instead of the regular choke chain. It gave me better control.
Somehow I ended up straddling him and couldn't get off
without loosening my grip. In the
meantime, Angel is milling around and getting tangled around Bogie. Bogie either wanted to play or fight and
started baying and pawing the ground.
It was chaos.
The owner offered to take his dogs inside, but I just about
had mine under control. It took a couple
minutes to get things back in order.
We
went on our way. I felt badly that I didn't have as much control as I should have. But I had no advance warning where I could have shortened the leash or crossed the street.
I was the only one injured in the melee. My right wrist ached, probably from jerking on the collar. And my left knee hurt. Probably got twisted.
We made it home with no more incidents.
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