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I was once hiking a mountain in New Mexico, and had a standoff with a vicious, off-leash and in-tact dog. I tried slowly backing down, but it kept advancing any ground I gave it. The owner for some reason refused to come down off the mountain to get his dog, until I yelled at him I would bash the dog's head in, and he'd still be on the hook for any injuries I sustained while doing it.
Curious, what kind of dog was it?
Mutt. Big enough to do some damage. If I had to make a guess, it may have been a shepard mix.
I took on a big stray that looked like a German Shepherd/Great Pyrenees mix that attacked my dog last year. He had my dog by the throat and my dog bit his lip.
I had never seen dogs raise up, locked together like these two did. They were on their hind legs locked by the flesh in each other's mouths.
I ran in like a cave man to intervene, fully expecting to get bit up. I tried to pry this dog's mouth open with my bare hands, but all my might wasn't enough and he crushed into my hands/fingers. I could hear the sound of what I can best describe as crunching sounds and chomping gristle.
That got my flight/fight fully kicked in, and then I pried his mouth open like it was nothing. I held him suspended by his open mouth and comanded my dog to release his lip, which he did.
I then sort of suplexed and wrestled the dog until mine was able to get to safety. My crimson red blood all over this snow white dog was so surreal.
Here are some photos of my injuries. My finger was fractured and I have scar tissue in that finger and on my tendons in my left hand, which causes some trouble. Could've been a lot worse. My right middle finger still causes me a bit of pain, but I can push thru it to play piano/video games/type. No regrets. I love my dogs more than myself and I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
Damn, dude I'm sorry that happened. Looks like he got your face, too! I've got a Great Pyrenees mix myself. They are big-ass dogs with big-ass teeth.
It's all good! Gives me some peace of mind knowing what I'm capable of in an emergency.
I got really lucky with my eye.. another inch and I may have lost it. I'm honestly kind of disappointed that I didn't get a badass scar from that one.. haha. It's pretty light/hard to see.
The ladies do love a solid FF8 Squall scar.