Chased by a Molosser, a Great Fear
It felt like a quiet night. My dog Jinnie and I were out and about like every night for the last walk of the day…
My dog Jinnie and I were out and about like every night for the end-of-day walk. It was dark and very cold for the last week of March. We were in a fairly deserted area, among the country houses on the outskirts of the village, close to home.
It felt like a quiet night. Jinnie sniffed the tracks of the bunnies and carried out her canine investigations on the territory, while I reflected on life, without too much optimism in this period.
Suddenly my dog froze. I looked up. Not far from us I spotted three people, in the heart of the darkness: I immediately saw a couple I know; there was also their puppy, as always lively and left free to run and play.
I did not immediately identify the third figure who was with them. I only succeeded when I finally saw her big black dog: her name is Eva but I nicknamed her the Molosser, precisely because she is big and scary. Unfortunately, she was free, without a leash.
At this point, it is necessary to explain the background. Jinnie and I have been going out at the house at the same time for almost five years and the pandemic hasn’t changed our habits that much. What changed were the behaviors of other dog owners, sometimes inexperienced and often reckless.
Thus, during the emergency, several pet owners must have discovered this quiet area and suddenly appeared in our zone. In particular, the meetings with this dog always started at the same time, between 20.30 and 21.30, perhaps right in front of my gate.
Eva and Jinnie never tolerated each other from the start: they barked from afar regardless. The gentleman I met in recent months and I exchanged jokes at a distance about the fact that unfortunately, it was not possible to bring them closer, then we went to one side and one from the other, pulling their respective leashes.
The leash, among other things, is a protagonist of this story. But we’ll get to that shortly. In fact, in recent times, Eva is always in the company of another man, probably the brother of the first one I met. The new owner, a little reckless, tends to let the dog free as soon as he can: on at least one other occasion he had put it back on the leash just in time before something serious could happen.
But yesterday it happened. Eva ran fast against us and I didn’t know what to do. I tried to escape with Jinnie on a leash but obviously, it didn’t help. The other dog surrounded us and tried to bite my dog. Only for a miracle, there were no consequences. Then she luckily went back to her owner and I screamed all my anger.
As much as I love animals, I think a Molosser like that should always run tied up and possibly with a muzzle. For fear, I found it hard to fall asleep. For the moment it seems that Jinnie has not done anything.
