When Animals Attack
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Terrier of Terror
You have to understand that I'm big. No, that's not quite right -- I'm more huge than big. Over 300 lbs., and over 6'3" tall. I tend to intimidate people without trying, and when I try, well...
Anyway, I'm visiting some friends, and they ask me to run around the corner to get something from the store. Noticing that the corner lot is an otherwise-empty nice green lawn, I cut across.
Cue the titular terrier, racing towards me, dragging it's chain, growling and barking at full voice. I nearly wet my pants, high-stepping away, squealing like a sissy!
Reaching the safety of the sidewalk, I look back, making sure that the chain stopped the terror. It had. All 6-inches of the wee little beastie. I looked around to see if I'd been seen. Oh yes, my friends were on the lawn laughing. The neighbors were laughing. I'm surprised there wasn't a local news van filming.
Yes, I ran to safety, scared to death of a tiny puppy that I outweighed by a factor of 60. Damned effective watch dogs, those little yappy ones.
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 7:39, 1 reply)
You have to understand that I'm big. No, that's not quite right -- I'm more huge than big. Over 300 lbs., and over 6'3" tall. I tend to intimidate people without trying, and when I try, well...
Anyway, I'm visiting some friends, and they ask me to run around the corner to get something from the store. Noticing that the corner lot is an otherwise-empty nice green lawn, I cut across.
Cue the titular terrier, racing towards me, dragging it's chain, growling and barking at full voice. I nearly wet my pants, high-stepping away, squealing like a sissy!
Reaching the safety of the sidewalk, I look back, making sure that the chain stopped the terror. It had. All 6-inches of the wee little beastie. I looked around to see if I'd been seen. Oh yes, my friends were on the lawn laughing. The neighbors were laughing. I'm surprised there wasn't a local news van filming.
Yes, I ran to safety, scared to death of a tiny puppy that I outweighed by a factor of 60. Damned effective watch dogs, those little yappy ones.
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 7:39, 1 reply)
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