it all went dark
When I was a wee little nipper (about 5?) my gran had a rottweiler called Ben.
He was a huge evil bugger who had twice had to be stitched back up after jumping through plate glass windows to get at the postie and once bit another dogs ear off. Seriously, he was huge. My grandad was a butcher and fed him well.
Fortunately he loved me.
I used to ride about on his back and play with him all the time.
Anyway, there I am, in the hallway. Just me and Ben. I was lying on my back and stroking him, ben sitting just to my left. Then Ben slowly stands, shifts slightly, then sits back down again. ON MY FACE!!!!!!!
I can still vividly remember the warm, hairy, suffocating darkness. I was pinned in place by my head. I couldn't scream or breathe, my body bucking up and down, my mouth and nose buried deep in canine knackers.
I don't know whether it was my writhing or just good luck but he finally stood back up again and I lived to tell the tail(sic).
(hippoman, Fri 3 Jun 2005, 16:16, Reply)