I just wanted to post here real quick about Layla almost getting her butt kicked AGAIN! I know, it's SAD really, and I gotta say, I would NOT be the happy loving life individual that she is if everybody and their uncle tried to take a shot at ME, the way they do HER.
We were on our walk and I saw a dog, running loose. I'd been warned by a neighbor that this particular dog was fairly vicious and prone to attack other dogs.
Great....Layla gets attacked by ANY AND ALL dogs, from the vicious ones to the tee-tiny, scared of their own shadow dogs, so I knew right away this was not good, I'm smart like that, ya know. PLUS, the fact that the dog immediately charged us, with hackles raised was a fairly good clue in and of itself.
Anyway, my Momma instincts must have taken over because I got myself in between Layla and the Charging Hound From Hell (did I mention that Momma instincts, while a wonderful, powerful, God-Given instinct, are not particularly SMART?)
I raised my fist, looked the dog square in the eye and shouted, probably THE MOST authoratative "NO", I've EVER shouted, and I've raised TWO BOYS..I know how to yell like I mean it. The Demon Dog skidded to a halt and just stared at us. We, knowing a break when we see it, took the opportunity and got the Hell Outta Dodge.
We proceeded on our walk and Layla would, from time to time, look back at me with what was, I swear, a worshipful "Oh You Saved My Life" kind of look. I admit, I was pretty proud of myself and was stepping pretty high, I had faced what, to ME, is one of my all time fears and I had handled myself with bravery and courage.....but I do think I might have peed my pants a little, though.
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