Mom and dad and Raven and I went for an after-lunch walk on New Year’s Day (that’s January 1st — I checked) following the same route around the neighborhood that we normally do for our lunch walks.
Everything was going fine. I was getting occasional treats for stuff like walking next to dad and “checking in” (looking up to make sure he was still there) and staying off my phone. Raven was along sniffing everything she could, and mom and dad were talking about human stuff.
Suddenly, two big french bulldogs charged at us from a yard across the street! We could tell they weren’t just coming over to play. They were angry and growling and screaming obscenities and political slogans and stuff. Not a good sign.
Dad scooped me up right away, and mom was starting to reach for Raven when the dogs were all over us. Raven yelped and Dad yelled at them really loudly and forced himself between the dogs and mom so she could get Raven off the ground. When they kept on coming, dad kicked one of them so hard it flipped over a couple of times and ran away to rethink its life choices.
But the other one was still snapping at Raven as mom got her picked up. Mom tried to kick at it but Raven is a lot bulkier to hang on to and keep your balance. Dad came around and smacked it and yelled again and it just kept circling. Every time it was in range dad hit it again as we tried to keep moving, but it wouldn’t stop.
Then a third bulldog came running from the same direction and attacked too! Geez!
Dad finally hit the second one hard enough to make it leave, but the third one kept stalking us. I think it figured out that it didn’t need to be on the business end of dad’s boot, but it kept growling and pacing about 10 feet away. Mom and dad just tried to keep backing down the street and occasionally yelling at it to try to make it leave.
When it started closing in again I heard dad say he would kill it if he had to, and maybe the bulldog heard that too, because when dad stomped the ground one more time it gave up and left.
The whole thing lasted about 10 minutes and at least two cars drove by as we fended off the attack and nobody stopped. In fact, somebody posted in the neighborhood Facebook page later that day that they watched a couple get attacked by some Frenchies.
They watched?
This is why dogs are man’s best friend, not people. If I was driving by I’d have stopped. Especially since I can’t drive.
Mom and dad checked Raven over carefully after they had us back on the ground and didn’t see any injuries, so other than a massive adrenaline surge for all of us, we’re all ok.
Mom got some pepper spray for both of them to carry on our walks from now on — something we can use that won’t necessarily hurt them if they attack again. Though dad did say that whoever owns them better get them under control because if it’s them or me, those dogs are expendable.
Clearly those dogs didn’t go to puppy school and get socialized like I’m doing. Wow. 
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