A Bad Day For Gus
Yesterday during our morning
run, Gus wanted to play with a bulldog
on a leash walking by two young women in
bikini's .
“Is your dog ok “I asked
casually “Gus is a gentleman”. They said
“Ne”.
A few seconds of playful
action. They smelled each other.
Suddenly from nowhere little
blood and frantic yelps from Gus.
The jaws bit Gus’s neck shaking
his hundred pound body like a baby doll. Gus made louder and more heart wrenching noises . I began kicking.
It was my third kick that cracked his ribs to let the jaws loosen .
Thank God only blood and
trauma and no stitches. Gus will be on an antibiotic for a week.
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