Zombie dog
October 6, 2012
After I got home from running my first my 5K this morning (33:46), some asshole Rottweiler attacked me right as I was getting out of my car. I was already halfway to the front door and couldn’t get back in to my vehicle. He blocked the way between me and the door. . . . And half of his abdomen was a big open hole. I could see his ribs and his internal organs. No shit.
Funny how much running capacity you can find even when you’re tired. He chased me down the street.
I brained him with piece of wood from neighbor’s wood pile. And I mean that, literally. Brains and blood splashed out from the impact and covered my forearms. The dog’s skull must have been as brittle as balsa wood.
When got I home, called the police department’s animal control officer and left a message. I debated whether to also call 911.
Then I figured what the hell and Googled “zombie dog.” I found this link. Oh, man, are we in for it.
Zombie dogs! No way. Just wait until the postman comes by….I don’t think his treats are going to work this time.