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Location: Swindon, Wiltshire, UK
Joined: Nov 2007
Posts: 24
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I was out walking my previous dog a couple of years ago. He was an elderly Lab who had arthritis in his hips, was deaf and by this time (14 years) a miserable old f@rt (well I would be too). He would insist on going out though, he just would not even have a pee in the garden.
I was walking along and he was toddling behind me stopping for sniffs every few yards. Where we walked was not a wood but a raised bit of ground with trees that almost made it a tunnel. I suddenly heard a shout. It was a bloke shouting at Major to get away. Well the dog was nowhere near him and could not hear him anyhow, so I turned back and called to the bloke that he had nothing to worry about. It was then I saw the knife in his hand.
I was livid. Not thinking I rushed the bloke. It shocked him for a minute and he turned away. I kept following (goodness knows why) and promising to kill him with his own knife. When the adrenalin had gone down a bit I stopped and collected Major and took him home.
I was shaking like a leaf by the time I got indoors. I phoned the police and gave them a full description of the bloke. Their response - "well he will be long gone by now". No one ever came to see me. No incident number given. Nowt.
Anyway, what I think most important to take out with you is your wits. Don't be drawn into conflict if you can just get away, do it. If I had continued to follow him and he had gathered his thoughts I probably may well not be here to tell you the story.