Let me set the scene: We had just picked up Cosmo and were hardly five, seven minutes underway when Bubba had his clockwork pit stop. Sticking to consistency they were all asked to down-stay while I gathered the bag and commenced scoop. Because of the location a solid down was necessary before I could even think of leaning over. Cosmo is always the loose screw being that he's a 10 month old Husky. Once he was down and relaxed I went back to the chore at hand (the arrow in pic), all the while looking up at the dogs (the x's in the pic). Now from my best recollection, the black lines are the route this object took through us.



The speed limit right there is 45 MPH, and at 8:30 in the morning that means 50-55. While looking at the dogs with a handful of squishy bag on the ground, I was dealt a tremendous blow searing through my recently healed right hand sprain. ¿The culprit, you ask? Why a 15-18 pound short hair terrier of some sort!!!!! He must have jumped through an open window, I don't remember seeing any trucks. That's not where the story ends. That poor little guy, after tumbilng through the bag o' ____, rolled straight into my group of dogs. Coco straight up attacked him. I can't blame her as it was a total shock to myself let alone the dogs. She had him by the scruff and was shaking him violently back and forth and blood was beginning to puddle on the sidewalk. I thought for sure he was dead. The other dogs scattered off into the trees and downed themselves a safe distance away. Thinking as fast as I could, I lifted coco up from behind and used the Heimlich to release her grip. He fell to the ground and I had to hold Coco down by the scruff until her eyes quit bugging and her lips once again covered her teeth. At this point the owner finally made it over and the dog just walked up to her bleeding but acting otherwise like it was a normal day out. All she said was "sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..." and hoofed it back to her car parked around the next turn. I couldn't get a license plate number or even a glance at the car. She just straight took off. I felt awful watching him get ripped up by my dog and wanted to offer some sort of help. ¿But, what do you do?

All of my dogs (and Cosmo) were fine, and other than waiting out a few more minutes for Coco to stabilize the rest of the walk went swimmingly. Crazy, crazy situation I would have never imagined. From now on I will always look both ways before scoopin that poop. Now where's that ice pack, my hand is pulsing in pain...

That is crazy and not in a million years would i ever think that could happen, im glad the dog is not dead and that lady could have been much meaner about the whole thing! maybe it was not her dog and she was just watching it? i fear Sierra will eat a small dog at the dog park one day!

OMG- seriously?! (that was for you Chad)


I'm glad you and the dogs are okay. I can't believe that woman just walked off! Even if she were embarrassed, I would think she would have allowed you to say something! How crazy!

I hope that poor little dog is okay...

Like, totally!


It was an interesting event to say the least. They way the dog just got up and walked with tail wagging was the most absurd part of it. He never made a sound. Friggin' nutsoid I say.




...and Sierra would never do that, Jennifer. She's too prissy. Coco is just a complete bitch, so I expect it from her.

Holy...

Like Wow!!!!!