Defense

"Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel." (Psalm 2:9)


The photo above shows just inside our front door. The shorter of the two "sticks" is a length of heavy, iron sucker rod, and is my "dog defense stick," which I take with me when Younger Son and I go for a walk. You see a BB gun there as well ... that was left in place there after yesterday. But we need something with a little more "oomph" (but OK to have in town) than those weak BB's. Why?


I was attacked yesterday, at least figuratively, in my own yard, by a pack of three dogs. We had just gotten home from an early afternoon ride, and I had suggested to Younger Son that he go out and play in the yard awhile, but he didn't want to right then. So I went in, put on my work gloves, and headed outside to move some border fence from the garden area to the front of the house. I went out the front door, and walked down the east side of the house. Just as I got almost to the clothesline, I looked up, and here came three dogs from the yard/alley to the south, barking like mad, headed right at me.


I hate wasps, snakes, spiders, tornadoes, liver, and such things.


But ...


... mean, loose dogs TERRIFY ME. Beyond reason. Nightmare level.


So there I stood, and in that split second, I thought I shouldn't turn and run, or they'd get me for sure. So as they got to me, I just screamed at them, "GIT!!! GET BACK!!!" Over and over and over, trying to inch towards the front door. I wasn't yelling, I was SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS.


After what seemed like 50 years, I got near enough to the front door to get away from them and rush inside. I hollered for Hubby, opened the door, pointed (because I was bawling hysterically at this point), and he took action. He got the BB gun, tried to shoot at them, they were COMING AT HIM and barking meanly yet. They started to go out of the yard. Hubby called the Police. Police came by. I'm still crying hysterically in the doorway. "Did they bite you?" *SOB...SOB ... "No!" ... SOB,SOB,SOB* He asked something else but I forget what. I eked out an answer amidst the sobbing. So they each took off in vehicles to try to find these horrid creatures, but they had disappeared.


I sat on the couch and cried some more. Gradually, I calmed down. Hubby came home saying they couldn't find them. So anyway, it was horrid, and now I hate dogs. I don't want to see a dog for a long, long time. I don't want to go for a walk. I don't want to go out and hang clothes on the line. I don't want to go move that border fence. I don't want to fix the horseshoe pit.


I know God was looking out for me. Though they were right there at me, threatening to tear me to pieces, they did not bite me. But they sure could have. I could've been mauled. I hate to think of Younger Son if he had been out there by himself, it could've been a lot worse than that. God is our protector. I am thankful.


So we're on the lookout for certain loose dogs, a better gun, and I need a bigger "rod of iron" to "rule" them with.