Paisley

More picture email…  My brother-in-law Jim was walking his two dogs last night, Argyle and Paisley, two Scottish Terriers.  Argyle, the black one, and Paisley, the blond wheaton one.

Some crazy owners left their dog in a back yard, with a non functioning latch on the gate.  Fucked-up-tard owners.

The injuries you see are the results.  Paisley had surgery to make sure that no internal organ damage occurred in the mauling.  Thankfully there wasn’t.  Jim? 23ish puncture wounds about his hands and arms, knees and elbows filled with road rash, and a tetanus shot to end his day.  Argyle came out okay.  My sister tells me he stood quietly by.  I don’t know if that was a good thing or bad.  I would like to think it different if asshole dog got into their back yard.  Argyle would have done everything he could have… but he didn’t.  Jim had it enough under control.  Yah, I think that’s it.

So, I have now read online about fending off a dog attack… aside from a 22 bullet to the head?  More humane, and no (less?) risk of you shooting yourself in the foot, and a quite elegant homemade solution: carry a spray bottle with a mix of Tabasco sauce and ammonia. 

And a big stick.  I have heard ax handles, pointy sharp walking sticks…  maybe a lead pipe.  I do hate the word ‘tard’, but I have no other vocabulary for irresponsible pet ownership.