Re: Guaranteed Poo in the Pants Moment
Ah, memories.
When I was about 10, my parents and I were walking from the boathouse parking lot to our slip to get our boat and go fishing. A cute girl who was in my class lived next door to the boathouse and I saw her about 100 yards away, walking from her yard toward us with a GSD on a leash. I took off running toward her.
I'd taken about three strides before "Jeep" broke loose from her grip and was charging me at about 40 mph, teeth bared, snarling and ears back. I turned and fled in terror. As I ran past my Mom, she swung a 5-gallon steel minnow bucket full of water and little fishes like it was a ping-pong paddle and smacked Jeep up side 'da head. He went ass over teakettle down the bank and into the lake. I didn't slow down 'till I got to the state line.
Just as I'd reached my mother, Jeep had got his teeth on my right heel. He slit the canvas from my instep all the way back to the strip at the back of the heel. Why I didn't trip and do a face plant I'll never know but those Chuck Taylors were a cherished keepsake for many years.
Jeep, as it happened, was a retired military guard dog. His new owners soon figured out this was not an animal that could be trusted to a 10-year old girl with a leash.