Some of you might remember I got a new job a few weeks back. Well, it was bound to happen at some point or another, but I was attacked by a dog last Monday. I thought it would have happened in someones back yard while I was looking for the meter box, but it actually happened in the middle of the street. The dogs owner left it's gate open accidentally and the next thing I hear is this dog barking and running towards me. I stop still and it comes right up to me and just stands there. I'm looking at it (no idea whether it's a dude or dudette so I'm calling it an it) thinking, "this thing is going to have a go". I also remember reading in the office that if you think a dog is going to bite, stand still. So I do that for a bit but I've got shit to do. Can't stand here all day. So I talk to it real friendly like (not scared) and take one step forward and BANG! This thing bites my right calf and starts barking. I take the meter reader which is in my right hand and smash it over the fuckers head. I lose my grip and it falls to the road while the dog runs back to it's yard barking at me. I pick up the meter reader (which weighs around 3 or 4 pounds) and start looking for the owner. I see him running from behind his house out towards us. He must have heard me abusing his stupid dog. As he gets out the front I tell him he needs to put his stupid dog out the back as it just bit me. Then the fucking dog comes at me again and bites my leg, this time up a little higher - but same right leg. (fuck man, even me up a little please) Then somehow I've ended up on my backside with this thing coming at me. My right foot is in it's mouth, while my left foot is David Beckaming it upside it's head, trying to get the right foot free. It's owner (an old Greek guy) is trying to wrestle his dog away from me, while his wife (who doesn't speak any English) is trying to scare the dog away from me with her flip flop. WITH A FUCKING FLIP FLOP! I remember looking up and thinking, "what the fuck do you think a flip is going to do to a rabbid dog you idiot"? So anyways I get my foot out of it's mouth and the greek guy kind of has the dog, but he looks shakey. I lean forward and grab the dogs head by each ear and a large portion of fur and now it can't move. I slam the ugly things head into the ground and pin it. Now the Greek guy gets up and lays on her to calm her down. I wait inside their house while they lock it up out the back.
During all this, I wasn't ever really scared. The dog was ugly and a bit crazy, but I remember just being annoyed at the hold up. lol Had it been a German Shepherd or some kind of known guard dog, then maybe I would have been. I have no idea what this dog was. Looked like a Bitsa.
So I then picked up all my crap which fell out of my pockets and went on reading meters. You gotta soldier on people.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far.
Scotty
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