Okay, so I've made my disclaimer already, this thread has nothing to do with film, but I think it highlights a life lesson. Here is a picture of my 22-pound, handicapped (three-legged), 12 -year old Cavalier.
Today, I was walking my dog, on a leash; admittedly on a restricted area of a park service beach, but since it's off-season, many locals do the same. We were down by the shore, Laney was sniffing around some weeds and I was watching an eagle searching for a meal of fish over the lake. I hear screaming from behind and as I turn, a Black lab has his jaw locked down on my dog's head. Instinctively I pulled my leash, stupidly thinking the lab would break loose. He didn't so I punched him in the head, he let go but before I could grab my dog, he was on him again. I jumped on the ground over my dog and forced my clasped arms over Laney's head finally getting the lab off. I was completely covering my dog on the ground when the lab's owner finally arrived. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him off us. Well you know, the adrenalin kicks in and out came a string of expletives (couldn't help myself). Rather than ask how me or my dog were the man proceeded to admonish me on my use of foul language. ?!?!!!??? Then he implied I was partially at fault because I was on the beach with my dog. I told him that if the "beach" incited his dog to attack, then maybe his dog should never be by the beach. Of course, it was MY FAULT that his (loose)dog bolted the 200 feet down a hill and pounced on my 22-pound, handicapped dog intending to tear him to pieces. I got the guys plate and filed a police report of a dangerous animal.
Here is what I learned from this incident: I'm going to try to fear nothing (one of my biggest fears was that Laney would be attacked and that I wouldn't be there)....because your fears always come true, the mind mulls it over to the point where it truly does manifest into something tangible. Better yet, I'm going to try to think of the best things happening to me, mull those over and hope they take on a life of their own. BTW, Laney is in perfect health, he's a scrapper.
Today, I was walking my dog, on a leash; admittedly on a restricted area of a park service beach, but since it's off-season, many locals do the same. We were down by the shore, Laney was sniffing around some weeds and I was watching an eagle searching for a meal of fish over the lake. I hear screaming from behind and as I turn, a Black lab has his jaw locked down on my dog's head. Instinctively I pulled my leash, stupidly thinking the lab would break loose. He didn't so I punched him in the head, he let go but before I could grab my dog, he was on him again. I jumped on the ground over my dog and forced my clasped arms over Laney's head finally getting the lab off. I was completely covering my dog on the ground when the lab's owner finally arrived. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him off us. Well you know, the adrenalin kicks in and out came a string of expletives (couldn't help myself). Rather than ask how me or my dog were the man proceeded to admonish me on my use of foul language. ?!?!!!??? Then he implied I was partially at fault because I was on the beach with my dog. I told him that if the "beach" incited his dog to attack, then maybe his dog should never be by the beach. Of course, it was MY FAULT that his (loose)dog bolted the 200 feet down a hill and pounced on my 22-pound, handicapped dog intending to tear him to pieces. I got the guys plate and filed a police report of a dangerous animal.
Here is what I learned from this incident: I'm going to try to fear nothing (one of my biggest fears was that Laney would be attacked and that I wouldn't be there)....because your fears always come true, the mind mulls it over to the point where it truly does manifest into something tangible. Better yet, I'm going to try to think of the best things happening to me, mull those over and hope they take on a life of their own. BTW, Laney is in perfect health, he's a scrapper.