Today I had the opportunity to be at another adoption event for one of the local dog/cat rescue organizations, where I was viciously attacked by a dog of a customer to the store where we were set up!!!
I had just taken one of the rescue dogs from the foster parent's car.... he was full of energy and so very, very happy to be there. When out of no-where, amidst the noise and fury of a furry four pound fuzz ball and the panicked screaming of the little girl still holding an empty leash, I was caught up in a mad scramble of one attacking dog and another dog totally confused by this squeaking dervish snapping at anything in reach.
In moments, a mad dash was under way as little girl, her mother, and vicious dog all piled into a rusting minivan and escaped into the mid-day sun. The attack witnesses, numerous pet rescue volunteers and store customers, stood in awe - no less awe than I and the dog still riding on my shoulders, as that rusty minivan disappeared into the wavering heat, dust and traffic... a defiant and psychopathic snarl drifting back to us in the summer breeze.
My new four legged friend and I made our way to the others with a shared shrug. Concerned citizens everywhere stopped to be sure we had survived the ordeal, and I assured them it was a close call but we were yet whole.
I am yet awaiting the call from my congressman that legislation has been enacted to be sure such outragious attacks never occur again. He surely will have a news conference soon....
glad to be alive;
(Oh, I have GOT to stop writing my blog posts after watching the news! hugs.)