With my right hand I grabbed his throat and tried to hold him off me. I swung my right hip up and over his body, pinning him to the ground. I kept pressing the neck, not wanting to hurt, but not wanting to get hurt either, as I moved on top of him. Tufts of the white lining settled over both of us, as I looked around for the animal’s owner.
“What the Hell are you doing to my dog?!” The owner demanded.
“Where have you been? Look at me! Your dog knocked me over and attacked me!”
“Well he’s an attack dog. What are you doing wearing a big jacket like that, you dumb blonde? You were asking for it!”