GrannyJen
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As everyone knows, I love doggies.
A long story short: I was out running, met my sister at the 4 mile mark, took off with Max, my boy dog, pacing me, out of the corner of my eye saw a lady struggling to control her dog, next thing I know a monstrous heavy build Rottweiler has my Max by his neck.
I threw myself in, grabbed the Rottie by his collar, heaved like hell to force him to let go of Max, at which point he turned on me. 70kg of demented Rottie going at me, my arm forced into his mouth before he twisted out and fell on Max again.
By this time his owner, plus a handful of people, were bringing this demented beast under control.
Max is ok. My arm and wrist punctured and bruised but ok.
What on earth possesses people to own these dogs?
A long story short: I was out running, met my sister at the 4 mile mark, took off with Max, my boy dog, pacing me, out of the corner of my eye saw a lady struggling to control her dog, next thing I know a monstrous heavy build Rottweiler has my Max by his neck.
I threw myself in, grabbed the Rottie by his collar, heaved like hell to force him to let go of Max, at which point he turned on me. 70kg of demented Rottie going at me, my arm forced into his mouth before he twisted out and fell on Max again.
By this time his owner, plus a handful of people, were bringing this demented beast under control.
Max is ok. My arm and wrist punctured and bruised but ok.
What on earth possesses people to own these dogs?
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