OK so a few years ago before my best friend moved away.
Every single time I would go to her house she had this giant German Shepherd.
Every time I would go there the German Shepherd would just be sitting there waiting to attack
me.
Which it was probably just trying to be playful but in my mind I feared and hated giant dogs.
So, like her dad would always have to hold the dog back.
So one time me, my best friend whose dog it was, and another one of our friends, in the
summertime, we were all having a big sleepover.
And the giant German Shepherd was outside.
And it wasn't locked away in its cage.
So I was already panicking a little bit but we were playing tether ball and we were running
around having a good time hitting the ball but the dog was just sitting there, like okay,
well this this is good.
It was my turn and I swear this dog had something against me and only me, I jumped up and scored
a point.
The dog comes running after me and I didn't know what to do.
I started running.
I started running with everything in my life and the dog was obviously way faster than
me so it caught up to me and I was screaming oh, oh my God, get this thing off
So my friend, she chased after him, tackled into the ground and he started scratching
her on her forehand.
She was yelling help me and I was too scared to touch it.
My other friend, she walked over to the porch, sat down on the steps and started laughing
at us. and so the daughter tagging her and I ran over to it and I was like trying to
get it off of her and it started chasing me.
So I started running and it grabbed hold onto my shorts and pulled my shorts down, and I'm
like, Oh My God.
My pants are down.
The dog just pulled my pants down, so my pants were down, I was running in her front yard.
My friend was sitting on the porch laughing, my other friend was just standing there because
her forehead just got a scratched and they were both yelling at me “run through the
doggy door.”
My pants were still down and the dog was chasing after me and they were both screaming and
laughing “run into the dog door” and I was like where's the doggie door?
And they pointed on the side of the garage.
So I was like I guess my only escape - it's now or never.
So I ran to the side of the garage and I got down on all fours and the dog door was locked
so my head head-butted it and I fell over and it hurt so bad.
The dog was right behind me so I made to pull my shorts up and I started running for the
front door and I got past my friend who was sitting there just laughing her head off and
I was like “Why didn't you do anything?” and then my friend finally got a hold of the
dog and we got it put back up.
So that was a very traumatizing experience.
And every time when I would bring it up to my friend she would always say it wasn't that
big of a deal.
But to me that was absolutely terrifying.