I went ahead and right hooked that pitbull in the temple, his eyes went like a slot machine for a second and I don't remember ever throwing a better right hook, much less landing it so solidly.
He tried to blitz me as I was clambering out of the basement after beating on the boiler for two days. I had a wrench in my left hand and a Gerber on my belt which I need to cut through all the baling twine these women leave all over the place. They are like tumbleweeds around here and if you are unprepared they will snare you up. The women and the twine.
I stopped carrying a gun because it made me feel a little self conscious firing off rounds in the middle of all these little kids riding horses.
But we are buddies now, well, not really. He just stopped caring about me after I laid down on the ground on my back with my arms and legs sticking up in the air. That's all it took and now he don't even look at me anymore. The Snausages didn't even work, I think he only ate them because he is a dog and really has no choice but to eat stuff like that whenever possible. Its in their blood... like fighting dogs is in mine.
Women, mostly, seemed appalled that I counter with instant and greater brutality and, even though, I don't ask if they would just stand there and let the dog attack them I picture it in my mind.
It happens every few years and there have been quite a few attacks so don't get the idea I go looking to hurt animals but I got to say I sure get into when its happening.