I had gotten off work that evening and came to the house. When I got home I realized nobody was at the house so, I went out front to check the mail. I walked outta the front and noticed a lady walking her dog down the street. She was coming from my left and as I got to the mailbox she was coming up on me. I stepped back onto the sidewalk off the street and our path's crossed. Her dog was some sort of Lab/Shepherd mix. His hair was a chocolate color but it wasn't short, it was a medium length. I didn't think nothing of it. I'm not scared of dogs and generally most people keep their dogs in check as to not cause any problems... Nope..
She passed me. So when the dog tried to bite he was coming at my left side. He fucked up. See, I think he had been hanging out in this ladies lap to damn long and no one had told him that Vegas has the loudest bark and the meanest bite on the block. When I heard the growl I knew he was coming so I turned to my left and the dog lunged at me. I put my left forearm up to try and take the punishment. He didn't sink his teeth and for like 3 seconds his paws were on my arm and stomach and he was just standing on his hind legs.. Boy.. Did he FUCK up...
This dog didn't realize what he had gotten himself in too. You see, as a kid I had Rottweiler's and German Shepherd's. I am use to big dogs and dogs for that matter do not scare me. As he was on his hind legs and his paws were resting on my forearm and he was trying to bite I looked him square in the eyes... Then with the Ferociousness of Mike Tyson in the 80's I hit this little fucker with a right uppercut that would have knocked anything else out but, he was mad at me and wanted my throat. As he fell back a few feet he landed on his hind legs. Imagine this.. He is going to just spring right back at me without hesitation. This is an angry animal.. His instinct is to kill.. Well Vegas ain't your average and I sure as fuck ain't going out without a fight. So, I took a hard step forward with my left foot, planted it and before he could spring back at me I delivered a well placed, devastating right kick to the his face..
K.O.
You don't want it with me Bitch. This is my block. I run this motherfucker. He lands in the street and kinda limps up and looks at me. Soon as I made eye contact I realized.. I just knocked that fucker back to his day as a puppy. He was dazed, he needed some smelling salt or something. He was looking at me like I was his momma and he was trying to get a tit to suck on.. I said "I ain't your momma.. go on.."
He limped back over by his owner and layed down.
I believe he had been cooped up in the house and needed to get out some aggression. He wanted to assert his Alpha Maleness on me and show who was king. Problem with this is he forgot where he came from. He is not the dog he once was. He was a lap dog. A bitch. He lost his killer edge. He didn't realize what he was up against. He didn't realize his skills weren't sharp anymore. He didn't realize that...
It's a Dog eat Dog world out there and last time I checked I weighed in at a little over 230 and I don't go hungry..
Stay tuned tomorrow for part 2 of this story entitled "Hard Knock Life" it's about my new friend's owner and the fantasy world she lives in..
-veg
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