So, what a gwaan, my crew? Me, I’m just having a quiet little Christmas season. Its just MBJr., Natty and I that be hanging… We haven’t really gone anywhere special or done anything special, and yet, its been a decent long weekend nevertheless.
Actually, I lie. I hit the street last night, went out to play pool. Didn’t see hardly anyone out at Corner Pocket, ended up shooting pool with one of the bar tenders, the short cutish one who, unfortunately for her, doh have any butt. Poor ting.
Anyway, I played pool with her the whole night, which is bad, because she doesn’t play that well, and if I play her at my full skill level, she stops playing (she doh like getting beat badly) and so it wasn’t any real practice at all.
The only other “not normal” thing that happened over this weekend was that Simba and I got rushed by dogs, not once, but twice this weekend!
The first time was Saturday night, I was passing this yard where they have about a dozen dogs (I not kidding), mostly Pit Bulls and Malinois. Trust me, the dogs over there look ferocious! Anyway, as I approached the gate, the Malinois bitch that is always tied up by the front door showed me that she had got free by bounding out at me! She looked a little small in the yard, but I saw that she looked big enough as she was rushing out at us, trust me!
Anyway, my shouting and banging of the PVC pipe I always walk with on the road served to drive her back into her yard and I did an immediate about face and went in the opposite direction, since their house is almost at the point where I turn back to go home anyway.
Then yesterday, almost as we left the house, I was passing this yard where they have two dogs, always locked in their kennels. This time, one of their dogs (a lean, hungry looking pit bull) was out. I saw that it was out and about while I was still some distance away, but I said to myself, “Ah public road dis!”, and so I steeled my resolve and palmed about three stones from my pocket. Their house has two gates, and I was looking all around as I passed the first gate. I didn’t see anything, and for some reason, I assumed that the dog must’ve run around the back or something, and the danger was past.
I pocketed the three stones again and continued walking. As I passed the second gate, I looked in, only to see the blasted dog bounding out at us, growling and snarling! I shouted at it and banged my stick (piece of PVC pipe, really) on the road (my usual tactics), but the blasted dog kept a’coming!
I tugged on Simba’s chain to pull him after me as I moved on past the gate, because by this time Simba was trying to pull me over as he was seeking to join the oncoming dog in battle. The dog jinked to its left first, then charged in, jaws agape, ready to bite Simba, who was having difficulty answering the attack as I was in full retreat, dragging him along with me. As the dog jumped in, I gave him one big lick in the head with the PVC pipe, so hard that the tip of it broke off.
At that, he broke his charge and moved off to his left again, growling and snarling still, but not rushing back in to attack. Good thing too, because the backward movement of my feet, and the swinging of the stick co-incided with Simba bouncing into my legs and I fell down in the road! I bounded back to my feet, scared lest the dog might rush me while I was down. He didn’t though, and I continued my backing away from him until I was at a safe distance. I then palmed two stones and stopped, waiting to see if he was going to rush Trixie (Simba’s friend who always tags along for walks, she is the white dog in the picture a couple of posts below). The dog didn’t though, as I expected, because she is a bitch and he is a dog, so…
Anyway, his owner got up off her fat ass and came to the gate and called the dog in. I didn’t say anything to her at the time, as I felt that they may not have expected their dog to behave like that and the whole thing might have taken them by surprise.
They have seen me walkingby their house many a time beforethough, and I felt that they would go tie their dog up until I had passed their house again on my way home after walking the dog. Thats what I would do, anyway!
Who tell me to assume that! On the way back, the eediat dog started rushing out at us again! I pelted a stone at him then brandished my stick menacingly and he halted just outside his gateway, barking and ting. I was pretty pissed this time still! Why dem never tie up di blasted dawg?!
I continued on my way and dropped Simba off at home, then I jumped into my car and drove back around to the house where the dog had rushed me, to talk to its owners. I saw the woman who had come out and called in her dog earlier and I told her (angrily) that I would have thought she would have tied up the dog after it attacked Simba and I the first time we had passed, as she has seen me walking by many a time and she should know that I had to pass back.
She told me that she didn’t know it had attacked me, despite the fact that she had been sitting out in her driveway when it happened. Ok, so maybe she didn’t SEE it, but she must’ve heard it! We weren’t silent throughout the whole thing!
She went on to say that the dog wasn’t a bad dog, and that it was just being a dog, and that it was normally locked up in this fenced off kennel they have, but they had just let it out for a little run.
I told her that the dog had indeed attacked us, and that I had to bash it in the head with a stick to deter its attack. I admitted to her that the dog wasn’t necessarily trying to attack me, but was going for Simba. I then told her that in any fight between them that occurred, I could easliy get bitten myself, and as such, I would have expected that they would have tied the dog up, especially knowing that I had to pass back that way to get back home. She said she would tie it up right away. Big help that was now! Whatever!
What really pissed me off was that no one over there tried calling back the dog when it rushed out initially or the second time, despite the fact that there were about 4 people in the driveway, including her. If that dog rushes me again, I am going to start walking Simba with my machete, instead of the PVC pipe. Awoah!
I love dogs still, you know, but I not taking no bite from none of them if I can help it. Next time, is just a blasted chop the dog going get, and make any of them say anything to me! Is dat time the war start!

Anyway, I gone again… TTYL.
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