Not general history though, just mine.
I think one of my all time scariest moments was whilst taking Oskar for his daily walkabout round the Birmingham Jewellery Quarter. Oskar is my dog – not the friendliest Doberman in the world, especially towards other dogs and motorbikes, so imagine my horror at turning a corner and seeing three Rottweilers walking along the road on the opposite side, off their leads and free to run at anything they wanted to – which they did, me and Oskar.
Oskar was only just out of puppyhood at the time and wanted to take on the world, or in this case, three out of control Rottweilers. Now the sight of three snarling, barking monsters running towards you would, as you can probably imagine, send a little bit of a chill down the spine. What was I supposed to do – run away? It seemed like the sensible thing to do but Oskar was having none of it, oh no siree, he wanted to stay and fight, bless his little cold, wet nose. This sort of meant I was commited as well, so I waited for the inevitable blood bath to follow.
Luckily, the dogs owner managed to call them back within ten feet of us, just before I had to leap into action, kicking and screaming (mainly screaming though!). I don’t really know what would have happened if they had ignored the owner, but it all ended safely with neither me nor Oskar falling victim to the strict £1,000 on the spot Jewellery Quarter anti fouling laws, although in my case I think that was due more to a rather efficient watertight trouser membrane than luck!
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