Whilst on our early morning walk Dorothy was set upon by a black staffie type off it’s lead.
She was still on hers, we had just gotten out of Bluebell.
The staffie circled once then clamped onto her throat before I could stamp on it
I stamped on it until it eventually let go
Mary biting at its arse in typical terrier style.
The dogs owner threatened to “fuck me over!”
I yelled back so loud that he sloped away very quickly his dog hanging from its collar.
The air was blue.
Dorothy was terribly shocked and bleeding and was shaking and whimpering long after I had cleaned and photographed her wound on the kitchen top.
She’s not long back from the vets and I’ve taken her to bed to rest under the duvet
I’ve informed the police