Ever since we moved in, we've had some issues with the trashy neighbors letting their dalmations run. Soon after we moved in 2 years ago someone called animal control on them (they blamed us ever since, but we didn't do it) and they've more or less kept them tied up but every once in awhile they still run.
Today after work I was working behind the house in my garden while my 2-yr-old daughter played about 30-40 yds away on her playhouse. After awhile I saw her leave it to walk around front of the house to play on the front porch, so I left to follow her and keep her in sight. My dog shot around me and off to the right, so I followed where he was going to see what had caught his attention. There were two of the neighbor's dalmations, running straight for my daughter. My heart sank; I'm a damn fast runner but I knew I could never get to her before them. Fortunately, my spaniel was faster. He cut them off 10 feet before they reached her, and they immediately jumped them and attacked him. He outweighed either one by 20 lbs, but 2-1 is never an easy fight.
My daughter ran to relative safety, so I jumped in and kicked and beat on the dogs to no effect. I even grabbed one by the throat and threw it as far as I could, but it jumped right back in.
This was where I screwed up -- while my daughter was now a safe distance away I really should have grabbed her and taken her in the house before doing anything else. But I felt unable to make any headway and ducked inside the door and grabbed my unloaded Glock 23 off the kitchen counter and slammed the clip home. While every bone in me wanted to cap those dogs, I fired 3 shots into the dirt in front of them and they ran off.
The trash neighbor and I had a little heart to heart after that. I was a LOT nicer than I wanted to be and than my wife thought I should be. I made it clear to them that while I hadn't expected this based on prior experience with their dogs, I would have ZERO leniency with these dogs in the future if I felt my kid was in danger.
The only thing that stopped me was the thought that my dog would be eating a rat poison steak tomorrow if I shot their dogs today. I don't know what was the right decision.
Today after work I was working behind the house in my garden while my 2-yr-old daughter played about 30-40 yds away on her playhouse. After awhile I saw her leave it to walk around front of the house to play on the front porch, so I left to follow her and keep her in sight. My dog shot around me and off to the right, so I followed where he was going to see what had caught his attention. There were two of the neighbor's dalmations, running straight for my daughter. My heart sank; I'm a damn fast runner but I knew I could never get to her before them. Fortunately, my spaniel was faster. He cut them off 10 feet before they reached her, and they immediately jumped them and attacked him. He outweighed either one by 20 lbs, but 2-1 is never an easy fight.
My daughter ran to relative safety, so I jumped in and kicked and beat on the dogs to no effect. I even grabbed one by the throat and threw it as far as I could, but it jumped right back in.
This was where I screwed up -- while my daughter was now a safe distance away I really should have grabbed her and taken her in the house before doing anything else. But I felt unable to make any headway and ducked inside the door and grabbed my unloaded Glock 23 off the kitchen counter and slammed the clip home. While every bone in me wanted to cap those dogs, I fired 3 shots into the dirt in front of them and they ran off.
The trash neighbor and I had a little heart to heart after that. I was a LOT nicer than I wanted to be and than my wife thought I should be. I made it clear to them that while I hadn't expected this based on prior experience with their dogs, I would have ZERO leniency with these dogs in the future if I felt my kid was in danger.
The only thing that stopped me was the thought that my dog would be eating a rat poison steak tomorrow if I shot their dogs today. I don't know what was the right decision.