We took Tes down to the Kenosha Sand Dunes because we had never been there and wanted to see if they were zombie-defensible [they’re not]. Up ahead of us is a couple with two dogs, a Samoyed and an Akita. We’re just strolling along, chillin. The other two dogs spot us and come running over - they weren’t on leashes. Still, no cause for worry. Tes gets all waggy-tail and “hello new friends!” Suddenly, the Akita snarls and pounces on her. For visualness, the Akita’s head is about level with my waist, and she probably weighed 60+ pounds. Tes is knee high and about 28 pounds soaking wet and carrying a Frisbee. The Akita was well over twice Teslin’s size in any dimension. Tes is trying to get behind me [still on the leash] and the Akita is trying to get to her. Joy is frozen and yelling “no!” at the other dogs while their owners seem to be lollygagging their stupid asses toward us.

My left hand is holding the leash handle, my right hand is fluttering around the snapping jaws of this goddamn Japanese pit fighter, and I’m trying to keep my right leg between Tes and the Samoyed. The Akita lunges forward right on top of Tes. More snarling and barking - and suddenly the leash goes limp. One thought runs through my mind.

“How much damage am I prepared to do to this dog?”

Luckily, Tes had managed to slip her collar and was trying to run away. The Akita jumps in front of me to give chase. At this point, Joy is still yelling and the owners are still ten feet away. I see what I have to do. I reach down and clamp on with a ninja death grip on either side of this dog’s neck and lift it straight up. Tes is hauling ass down the trail and the Samoyed is bounding along after. Joy takes off to catch one or both of them. Finally the owner guy gets to where I am and has the nerve to say “IT’S OKAY SHE’S USUALLY A NICE DOG.” I shove the Akita at him and tear off after the other two.

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