Originally Posted by
brassrat
I grew up in a small town, the neighbors Shepard mix was kind of a bully. I was around eight or nine and he jumped and ripped the shoulder off my coat and made another leap, which got halted. I got a nice neck hold of him with my puny little forearms and got him yelping pretty good. No gun and he was good after that. His furry replacement was a great target for my Daisy and in his own yard thou. He would see the rifleman and run. I never missed. The gun was pretty weak and he was all fur, other than that fun, I would never hurt one for fun, but just a couple yrs ago, in the city, at my apt. a big, unfriendly looking Pit came trotting at me, I trotted around the corner of the house onto the stairs and small porch, and inside. He makes the corner and stands there wondering where I was. We were lucky I didn't need my pocket Beretta .22. The very diverse owners showed up trying to catch him, soon after.