The Chow Story

1 June 2017

I think I mentioned shooting a Chow Dog with a crossbow . . . 

Growing up, I had little fear of dogs in general. There was an incident in Spain, when I was about 7, when a stupid little wiener dog bit my arm . . . ALL of his teeth left an impression in my little arm . . . I've hated those dogs ever since. But really, I loved dogs.

I got bit a second time by a Doberman while I was walking from my house to the library at the age of 14 . . . THAT was a little scary . . . he was a really big dog. Seriously, I was just walking, and he approached me in the street. Now I knew better than to make eye contact with a stray dog . . . they view that as a threat . . . so I kept my eyes averted and offered him the back of my hand to sniff. I also knew better than to try and pet him before he decided I wasn't a threat. I thought we were good, so I started to walk on . . . but he lunged at me . . . teeth finding the top of my leg . . . ripping through my pants and sinking into flesh! I panicked, and he started for me again.

Lucky for me, a couple of college boys were nearby . . . they managed to grab the dog by the chain he'd broken and was dragging . . . held him off long enough for me to disappear down the street. I have no idea what their fate was . . . didn't care . . . I reached the library terrified and bleeding . . . 

. . . my favorite pair of pants RUINED! For the record, they were yellow bell bottom hiphuggers!

Flash forward . . . no other dog incidents until I moved to Florida . . . 

I lived in that house on the river, and nearly every morning I left for work, I'd race the Chow that lived nearby to my car. He hadn't bitten me, but he sure was threatening . . . growling, barking, and chasing me . . . hitting the side of the car as I closed the door.

I should have called Animal Control . . . or the cops. Back then though, I never really thought about that.

One morning I'd had enough! So I loaded the crossbow I had with a blunt tip arrow . . . I didn't want to kill him . . . because . . . well . . . you just don't go killing animals! I stepped out onto the porch, and sure enough, he was waiting . . . about halfway up the driveway. As soon as he spotted me, he started barking and coming my way . . . teeth bared!!

I knew I had once chance, so I took aim . . . 

. . . wooooosh . . . 

. . . thunk . . . 

. . . hit him square in the chest and knocked him backward.

He got up and stood staring at me for the longest time . . . trying to decide what to do . . . maybe a little unsure about what had just happened. Then he turned and walked back the direction he came.

Stupid dog never crossed my property line again!

"If you expect the world to be fair with you because you are fair, you're fooling yourself. That's like expecting the lion not to eat you because you didn't eat him." ~ Pravinee Hurbungs