Two weeks ago my wife and I took our new sheltie out for a walk around the neighborhood. This is my first-ever dog and I’ve fallen in love with it, big time (not* that* way, of course).
A house about a block and a half away from us has two full grown St Bernards in a 5" tall pen in their backyard. Well on this day the two dogs were out in the larger, 3" fenced yard, romping around with their owner, a big fat guy in his early 60s.
One of the St Bernards ran up started barking at us, but I calmed my wife and dog, explaining that the dog was just saying hello and to just keep walking. Well, about 2 seconds later the dog had bounded over the fence, grabbed my 18 lb dog by it’s hindquarters and vicously thrashed it back and forth like a chew toy it was trying to rip in half.
I freak out and jump the Bernard. Grabbing it’s collar with my right hand and throwing my left arm around it’s neck, using my right forearm to press against it’s head to keep the biting part away from my head. It drops my dog.
Stupid. I know. Nothing I would have done had I had a chance to think about it, but soon as I saw my dog screaming in fear and pain I just jumped. By shear luck, I got away unscathed. I dunno if I caught the dog by surprise or what stopped it from mauling me, but the attack was soon over when the owner finally made it over to secure the dog.
We rushed our dog to the vet and luckily it was largely unharmed. Because she got grabbed by her very fluffy butt, the padding saved her. Between the fluff and her fearless (read: stupid) owner, my dog didn’t even have the skin broken, though she was seemingly sore. Had she got bit around the neck or belly she probably would’ve been a goner.
The Bernard’s owner paid for the visit and vowed that he was going to either give the dog away or have it destroyed, as “he was getting to old to deal with it”.
As of today, the dog is still in his yard (in the pen).
I’m trying to figure out what to do. My biggest fear is that it would attack one of the hundred kids running around the neighborhood in a similar fashion, without the luxury of a full grown man (with an apparant deathwish) to throw it into a headlock.
Me and the wife had a dark chuckle looking at a website for St Bernards. “Mild mannered, gentle, great with other animals…” Apparantly the dog in question hasn’t been to that website, yet.