In the next moment, as my foot swung towards it’s intended target, the dog must have realized I had seriously bad intentions, because he broke to my left, causing me to adjust and catch Boo’s muzzle just enough to barely miss him as he flew by us. As mentioned, I wasn’t about to let this dog near mine. So, with my left arm still extended to keep myself between him and her, I went after him.
Fortunately, he thought better of an exchange with me(one we both probably would have left bloodied) and backed a few yards away, hackles up, barking mad, but steadily retreating. The adrenaline was surging through my veins at this point, so I wasn’t about to let him rethink his decision. I growled at him like there was an inferno born of brimstone in the pit of my stomach, “GET THE #@%^ AWAY FROM MY DOG” as I went forward with every inch of height and width my frame could muster. I continued advancing, furiously snarling, daring him to come forward at my girl again.
As I backed him off, the woman came running from the garage “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry”. I picked up the end of the retractable leash which lay at my feet, tossing it at her, ready to verbally destroy her for her irresponsibility. But, in the next moment, I thought better of it, it would serve no purpose. I simply said nothing and got my dog out of the situation before anything else could happen.
As I jogged away, all that was going through my head was “thank god it wasn’t Sully or Mama Coral”. Boo’s DNA results came back as mostly Amstaff, but she doesn’t look bullyish. Sully and Mama do, and, had they been able to get to that dog, they would have torn him apart. I would be dealing with registering them as “dangerous” and the stigma associated with bully breeds because some idiot dog owner decided it was a good idea to let her young child handle a highly reactive dog in public.
Think what you will about this next statement, but, I would have killed him myself before I let him get near my dog and if I had the little lady with me, I would have completely lost it on the dog, his owner, and would probably be in a holding cell right now facing a slew of felony charges.
I had another two miles of running to playback the scenario in my head. The only thing that I kept coming back to is “thank god I had a plan”. It may not have been the right plan for other people, but it was my plan and I had rehearsed it many, many times in my head before it actually needed to be put into action. If there is a lesson to be learned from this experience, it is, definitely, to prepare for and expect the worst whenever you have your dog(s) out in public. You may have a bomb-proof dog that will listen to anything you say, in any situation, and would never hurt a fly, but there is a dog owner out there who is stupid, incompetent, and irresponsible and their dog may cross your path one day.