Boxer Rebellion

Or…No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. Today I got bit by a dog. An un-neutered spittle-flying, snarling, snapping, lunging boxer. My Dalmation is making quite a ruckus, which is so unlike her, which causes me to look outside and observe 4 boxers racing up and down our fence line but in our next door neighbor’s yard. They also are barking their fool heads off. They are apparently escapees having the time of their lives but can’t decide if they want to pal with my dog or chomp her because she’s cuter than they are. As I slip out my gate to distract them to the end of my driveway, one of the females scoots under a 3″(no kidding) gap under the fence wire and attacks my dog who goes flying nimbly away. Somehow, I manage to get the intruder out the gate only to be met by the rest of the horde racing up my driveway to join in the fracas. I open my gate just a hair and intruder female slips past to join  in her family growl fest. Hurriedly grabbing a leash and collar I bolt down the driveway myself  and somehow collar the pup and miraculously(read foolishly) distract the pack enough to follow me as I start to jog toward their home. The young lady from next door flags down the passing mail lady who verifies the address of the wayward woofies, but I am already flying down the street. As we reach their property, we spy an open gate and I shush them back in and as I grab the iron bar to close the gate the male boxer turns territorial and attacks my hand. The frickah wen bite me. I shakily manage to secure the gate with a sorry excuse for a weathered bungee and my neighbor and I return to my home to find the remaining bitch trying to force her body through a hole in my wooden gate to menace my dog. Stupidly(read stoopidly) I jury rig the leash and peacefully lead the remaining dog home. Long story short…The male has tasted my sweet flesh and wants me. I mean WANTS me!!!!! We can’t get the female in because the male is hurtling his solid 90lb blood incensed, territorial crazed, snarling, clawing, spittle -foam-flying, sharp yellow toothed, pea brain boxer body at a little gate precariously held shut now with my looped nylon leash and me one and a half feet, count them 18″ away. We are frightened. After several attempts at distracting big boy, I successfully open the gate just a sliver and she schootches through before another heart palpatating rush of dog fur and hellish fury from the male. What was I thinking? We are still shook as we walk home and tend to my bloodied hand.

~ by yesindede on March 10, 2009.