So today I respond to a call where a lady won't leave her ex-husband's driveway. When we arrive we find out she is at a friend's house down the street and we head down there to talk to her. While we're talking her little Jack Russell Terrier walks up, takes one look at me and decides immediately that he hates my guts and proceeds to "attack" me, if you can call it that. Here's this little dog jumping all over my leg trying to bite me and all I can think is, "you've got to be kidding me". So I pulled out my pepper spray just as she grabbed him and hauled him away. After she gets him subdued, my partner says, "ma'am, if that dog attacks ME I'm shooting it". Well, we talk a little while longer and the little bastard gets loose and remembers he didn't finish me off and starts trying to bite me again. I looked over and saw my partner start to unholster his weapon, and for a second I thought about it myself but quickly realized how fast the little thing was and that I'd probably just put a bunch of holes in her driveway just before I shoot my own foot, so I decided against it. So I pull the pepper spray out again and decide that I'd probably just soak my pants and, since I didn't have a spare pair, decide against that, too. So, rather than bash it's brains in with my ASP, I hauled off and kicked it across the drive way and threatened to call animal control and lock her up. That worked.
God I love this job.


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