dog fight.

As i was driving home yesterday all i could think about was veggin out for a little bit and procrastinating on all the shit i had to do for the upcoming week. rounding the last right up to my street i see two dogs in stride trotting up to my house. they must smell emma because they stop at my front yard and smell about. i pull up on my driveway and step out. one looks like a mastiff/boxer mix while the second one looks like a rottweiler/german shepard. They are both males with collars on. i walk up to the rott, which barks and walks away, the mastiff is friendly and lets me handle it no problem. his collar has no tags which means i can't call the owner.

the mastiff is friendly and is under voice command. in hindsight i should have gone inside and grabbed leashes from inside so i could have controlled the dogs better. i let them both go so i can get my phone out of my car and see my neighbor johnny coming up the block with his snow white pomeranian mix on a walk yapping loudly ferociously at the two strays.

"hey, you ever seen these dogs before?" i call out to him as he makes his way towards me.

"nah, you just spot them outside?"

"yeah"

suddenly as johnny approaches i see the two stray dogs stop, focus, and attack. my friend johnny's eye's go wide with fear and out of no where is as flurry of teeth, snarls, fur, growls, and cries. johnny is yelling madly, frenzied with rage, his body a blur of kicks and fists. the pomeranian is on his back, yelping with the fear of death and i was pretty sure that we had a dead dog on our hands as i ran up to the scene. i manage to grab a hold of both collars and drag the fight apart.

johnny is overcome with rage and a torn knee hole on his pair of jeans and runs up to the dogs and "yells i'll fucking kill you" as he squares up to kick one of the dogs in the face while i yell out "no it's cool, i've got them" and he slows and calms down and goes back to his shrieking dog. the rott starts to lunge on his collar and it snaps at the buckle and he goes right for the pomeranian and the dogs and johnny go yelling down the block.

i just stand where i am with the mastiff in one hand and the broken dog leash in the other and think that if the pomeranian hadn't died or escaped terrible injury the first time, this had to be it, and i felt a little bad for johnny who was just on a nice stroll with his lap dog and now it might be dead.

after awhile, the shrieking form the pomeranian stops so i yell out to johnny "is your dog okay?" and he yells back "no!" he is on the phone describing the situation to what i assume is the cops. as i am walking up to the johnny's house with the mastiff in hand i see another gentlemen approaching, he is wearing a balack hoody and work boots, with a goatee. he grabs the rott and uses his belt as a makeshift leash.

i walk up to him and ask if these are his dogs and he says yes. he then goes on to tell me how the pg&e guy opened the side gate and the dogs ran loose and all that and i am glad to be able to walk away from the situation. i check up on the pomeranian cowering on johnny's stoop. besides a damp mat of fur around the jugular, there is absolutely wrong with the dog. no lesions, fractures, punctures, nothing. it is not hurt at all.

the cops come and they do the whole trading of information business and i get to walk away from all of that. i thought about how i quite liked the mastiff and that maybe after another year or so i could finally get a second dog. also i thought about how much i dislike most little dogs because their owners are horrible dog owners and do not properly socialize and train their pets.