My neighbor Numbnuts had a huge, mean, dog that would attempt to kill me when I did my frequent exercise walks. The dog is a mix-breed, a combination of Rottweiler and bear. It would growl and lunge aggressively at me. It would even attack my car when I drove by. I hated this dog and it hated me.
I do refer to this guy as Numbnuts not because he has nerve damage in his man parts, but because he has damage in his brain parts. He could not control this beast on its leash. The monster dog just pulled Numbnuts all over the road. Numbnuts would yell frantically for the dog to obey with this wide-eyed, stupid look, but the dog would never obey.
This caused a big problem in that Numbnuts would often walk Cujo after dark, in the street, with no flashlight. (the allotment has no sidewalks or streetlights). And since the dog was in effect walking Numbnuts, this created a dangerous situation.
Because Numbnuts could not control this hellhound and I feared the monster-mutt could snap its collar and proceed to maul me, I had to avoid them on my walks. This was a major inconvenience. Because there is only one way out of the neighborhood, sometimes I had to wait for them to clear the area or even return back to my home for safety. So I allowed Numbnuts and Damien to rule the streets, until one fateful night.
I had just driven into the allotment one night when I had to suddenly swerve to avoid hitting the mutt. The dog had decided to sit right in the middle of the road and there was Numbnuts, with his dumb Numbnuts expression, frantically pulling as hard as he could on the leash, but to no avail.
As I swerved, Numbnuts yelled at me to slow down. But I was not speeding. As soon as I had straightened my car out of the turn, they appeared in my headlights and I veered to the right narrowly missing the dog. I had not even had time to accelerate.
I stopped the car, lowered the window, and yelled at him to “Get a flashlight”. And that’s when Numbnuts fired an “F-bomb”. Now he is an idiot, doing something idiotic, and he somehow thinks this is my fault. Of course I am fizzed. I put the car in park, unbuckle the seat belt and reach for the door. It is at this point I realize I will not only be confronting Numbnuts, but the demon monster dog from hell, the dog that wants to kill me. I put the car in drive and continue home. Well played Numbnuts, well played.
But you don’t fizz me off this bad without consequences, so I decided to “take back” the streets. I needed protection, but what type? My machismo-oriented, NRA-type, friends suggested I conceal carry. This however would pose a problem in the summer when walking with very little clothing would only leave me one obvious area for concealment. I don’t want the women in the neighborhood ogling the size of my luger. It may be fully loaded but I am not that well-cocked (we are still talking guns here). Concealing a weapon in this manner also makes premature ejection a very painful experience.
I considered an electronic dog repellent device but at the moment of truth with demon dog a few feet away, I did not want to trust my life on a gadget that I could not see or hear. I envisioned someone at the morgue saying, “No Jeff, we are still not able to get that device out of his hand. He was still pushing that button really, really, hard, right to the end.
I settled on a canister of dog mace. The drawback here is if I unload a blast of mace at the dog, I could also inadvertently gas Numbnuts. ---- Okay, so there really are no problems with using the mace.
I do admit I felt some machismo walking down the street with my new weapon. I wanted the chance to confront this enemy. I wanted to have a Dirty Donnie moment where I stare him down and utter, “Go ahead pooch, make my day”. I wanted to see the fear on Numbnuts face when I didn’t leave the street, when I stood my ground.
But alas, I carried the mace for months and even though I would occasionally see Numbnuts with the dog, there never was a confrontation. Then, I stopped seeing the dog altogether.
Ding dong, the wicked dog was dead. Ordinarily I would be sad when a beloved dog died, but not in this case. This dog hated me and wanted to kill me and now it was dead. I wanted to literally dance in the street, but I refrained knowing my bad dancing ability would alarm the neighbors. I felt great, I felt euphoric, I felt liberated. Hallelujah, the streets were safe again.
But now Numbnuts has a new dog. And in a moronic case of pure numbnutsian logic, he has found a dog of the exact same mix. Cujo Jr. has arrived. Of course I discovered this one night driving home when I turned the corner and was startled by Numbnuts standing on the road; leash in hand, no flashlight.
The dog is a now a “puppy”, more like a mini-monster. It has already looked at me with disdain. I am sure it is eager to grow large enough so that it can kill me. I know it hates me and I hate it already. My joy is gone, I am depressed …..
Numbnuts has a new dog. Where did I put that mace?