I remember that it was a hot day when these two Great Danes trapped us in our detached garage.
We had called animal control and we listened to vehicles going up and down the alley for 15 minutes.
So I was elected to go out to see if the dogs were gone.
I snuck out the back door of the garage and around the corner and about 8 feet along the pathway between the garage and the shed.
That was when one of these Danes peeked around the corner of the shed ahead of me and came lunging and snarling at me. The other one backed him up due to the narrowness of the passage way.
I screamed YOU STOP! and thrust a finger out at the closer one and took a step back.
They were barking so loud that I was lucky that they even heard me if they did at all.
I could tell that every time I yelled and thrust the finger at him that it would delay him for a second but that he would lunge even closer when he realized that I had stepped backwards.
We kept this up maybe about four or five times and when I had backed up even with the back of the garage my wife opened the door a crack and I dove in to safety.
I felt like I had been only seconds away from death.
We never found out who owned those dogs or why they would want to tear me apart other than the fact that some dogs go crazy when exposed to too much heat.
We had called animal control and we listened to vehicles going up and down the alley for 15 minutes.
So I was elected to go out to see if the dogs were gone.
I snuck out the back door of the garage and around the corner and about 8 feet along the pathway between the garage and the shed.
That was when one of these Danes peeked around the corner of the shed ahead of me and came lunging and snarling at me. The other one backed him up due to the narrowness of the passage way.
I screamed YOU STOP! and thrust a finger out at the closer one and took a step back.
They were barking so loud that I was lucky that they even heard me if they did at all.
I could tell that every time I yelled and thrust the finger at him that it would delay him for a second but that he would lunge even closer when he realized that I had stepped backwards.
We kept this up maybe about four or five times and when I had backed up even with the back of the garage my wife opened the door a crack and I dove in to safety.
I felt like I had been only seconds away from death.
We never found out who owned those dogs or why they would want to tear me apart other than the fact that some dogs go crazy when exposed to too much heat.
