Beastly Encounter

What a lovely day today was, with temperatures in the upper 50's. The sun shining brightly and the warm wind was a great reason to go for a walk. My little man loves to talk walks with his mama so I had no problems getting him up and out the door today.



Just a quick jaunt around up our street and down the next is enough for my short legged son. We had quite the time on some of the sidewalks as they were slippery from the melting ice. Little did we know that the sidewalks were cake compared to the beast we were about to encounter.



Now my son loves dogs and he is always wanting to pet them. When we rounded the corner and I saw this large, brown dog, I knew he was not wanting love and affection. This older, Labrador mix was brown with white fur around his ears and muzzle. At first I thought it was the neighbors dog and that they must have an invisafence. That would have tamed the beast. No such luck. He kept coming and fast. I told Ivan to keep walking away hoping the dog would stop once we were off the property. No such luck



My son was so brave, never once did he get scared or start crying. I thought the dog was going to attack as he was only a few feet away. When I turned to face him he was barring his teeth, growling and barking. Looking really mean and hungry. Immediately I put up a mental shield of fire and decided I had to think defensively. I quickly scooped up my son in one arm, shielding him from the beast. The dog persisted. He followed us for about 10 feet getting closer each step. He was only a couple feet from us when I raised up my other arm making my hand into a claw. I visualize myself as a huge giant bear while putting on my meanest face and growling right back at the dog. He stopped and backed off just enough for me to grab a four foot branch that was conveniently laying on the right side of the walkway.



When I picked up the club the dog a first lunged towards us. I didn't swing because I was in defense mode, not offense. I didn't want to give that mangy mutt any ammunition to start biting. I continued to make noise and shout like a banshee, waving the awkward branch back and forth.



Thankfully the dog ran away and our beastly encounter was over. My son wasn't ever scared and really neither was I until after it was over. My knees got all wobbly and I felt very shaky for many hours afterwards. Next time I take a walk I will bring my beast repellent and a walking stick.


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