There we are standing by the driveway and I hear a noise, the hair on Vivi's back stands straight up. I looked in that direction, and a dog appears coming around one side of the car. We start to back up and the dog starts snarling and running towards us. I stopped moving and so did the dog. Very carefully I start inching us towards the porch, and that's when I see it... another dog slowly walking towards us from the other side of my car.
I would like to preface this, before I continue on, that I have nothing against pit bulls, I like them. Every one that I have ever met has been sweet, loyal, and submissive. It didn't matter to me that these dogs were both pit bulls, the problem was that they had trapped us, chased us, and were snarling and growling. Remember that scene in The Lion King, where the hyenas come out and trap Simba and Nala? That's what it reminded me of, as I quickly tried to calculate whether or not we could make it onto the porch before the dogs caught us.
I attempted to calm the dogs down, speaking to them in a calm friendly tone, but that didn't work. I told the dogs to "Go Home!" in my most authoritarian voice, but that didn't work. And every time I moved they came at us with alarming speed. It was was of the scariest moments of my life- definitely in the Top 5.
This standoff had been going on for about a minute when I decided that we would make a run for the porch, which was about 20 feet away (the dogs were about 3-4 feet from us). I had a treat in my pocket, for when Vivi went to the bathroom, I showed it to the dogs and then threw it as far as I could. When they both started going after it, I ran - dragging Vivi- to the screened in porch. Of course they realized it was a trick, forgot about the treat, and came darting us barking, teeth baring, and growling. I was able to shut the door, just as the first dog started climbing the steps.
I honestly thought they were going to break through the screen, as they stood there trying their best to get on the porch. We went inside the house and breathed a LONG sigh of relief and a quick prayer of thanks. I looked out the window and they were still there, ferociously snarling. After about 10 minutes they gave up and went about peeing on every inch of my yard and then finally left. I don't know who they belong to, obviously a neighbor, but I've never seen them before.
What scared me the most about the entire situation was the what ifs. What if it had been in the afternoon and Spencer was playing in the backyard? What if I hadn't had a treat in my pocket? What if we had been further from the porch?
Today I am just grateful that nothing bad happened and no one was hurt. Tomorrow I'm going to hunt down my irresponsible neighbor!
