Pushed to the limits of my friendliness!
This evening our son was enjoying the evening air out on the front porch while whittling some wood. Along comes a beautiful Siberian Husky dog. Even at first glance he could tell this was a sweet dog and it didn't take long for all the girls to get involved with their oohing and awing. (just remember back to the scenes in "Where the Red Fern Grows" when the boy brings the puppies in and his little sisters get all involved admiring their cuteness) As the level of frenzy raises, very quickly us adults figure out that this dog MUST be returned to his home -- LIKE NOW!
You see, when you already have a zoo of pets you learn to deflect that cuteness factor with quick action. As an animal loving family, our first thoughts are always of the animal's care and safety, but at this point our second thought is "get it AWAY from HERE and back HOME...somewhere ELSE" before anyone's emotions can get invested. 
Quick thinking father and brother check the tag for information and jump in the car with him heading to find his home. Imagine my disappointment when they returned a short while later with the gorgeous animal still in my car. *eek*
Not to be deterred from our task I jumped in the car...all the while frantically calling the phone number in the tag. Before you can say "here Lassie" I was already on my way because of course I thought I could do a better job of finding the right house.  As a matter of fact, I was dashing off so fast I barely heard some comment from hubby to be careful of cowboys yielding shotguns this late at night.
Within moments I had the right address located as indicated by the numbers on the mailbox at the road. (by the way my several calls to these folks only got me their voicemail) Scanning the houses I noticed most right there with all their lights off and only one still seemed to be awake. I was so proud of my good detective work that I failed to notice the sign at the edge of the driveway ~ BEWARE OF DOG ~
I headed up to the porch with confidence, knocked a couple of times but got no response so I decided to go back to the car to try again to figure out which house to return this sweet dog to. Just as I took the last step off the porch I heard the barks.
Not little bitty "I will bite your leg" barks...but rather huge, deep, "I will bite your face right off!" barks!  Coming around the corner to greet me, or rather eat me I should think, was a HUGE guard dog. I kept thinking he was going to reach the end of some chain or leash or something, but NOPE, this mad creature was LOOSE!!!
I screamed "No!" several times but he kept coming. I drew my shoulders as wide as I could and faced right at him hoping to make myself appear as large as I could and hollered (in my best, deep, in charge voice as I could muster at that moment of fear) "GO ON GET!!! GET DOWN!!! YOU GET BACK OUTTA HERE!!!"
Each time I was able to sound big and bad he stopped his forward attacking and would take one little step to the side. Each time I took one step back towards where I had parked the car. The only problem was, just after each big holler my fear would kick in and I was screaming for Chris to call for help w/ my phone I'd left in the car. With each fearful scream he would lunge towards me again and I would gain control of my voice again to do the BIG VOICE trick and he'd back up a tad.
Here's the real kicker....right in the middle of all this chaos someone from in the house looked out the window and was watching the whole thing! Never once did she offer to open the door to call off her attack dog. Ok, so I get that perhaps she was seeing me as an intruder on her land and was likely rooting for the dog at that moment....but honestly, I am a short, patite mother, how much of a threat can I seem like? Was she really going to stand there and watch me get eaten alive? *humph* How neighborly!
I finally made it back to the car one holler and one backwards step at a time. Somewhere in the midst of trembling and driving I decided I had done just about all I could do for this nice dog in my car. After all, I had just almost faced being mawed by a junk-yard dog over him! He couldn't come back home with us because we already have a house full here.
After driving around the block a couple of times to give the mean dog time to settle down, I came back to the right mail box with the matching number to his dog tags. I asked him if he knew where he was, he wagged his tail, I opened my car door and let him out and told him to get on home. He walked towards one of the houses.
Now imagine my surprise when I hear whines and cries from the back seat about how awful it was to leave him like that. I just almost met my end and their freaking out over him??? O.k. Honestly I was feeling fairly bad about it myself, but living in the country, there is no place to drop him off, as in a shelter or anything. He couldn't come in here because our two big dogs would have raised the roof all night at him. And I CERTAINLY wasn't going back to knock on any doors over on that street!!!
A few minutes later the owners called me back. I explained to them what had happened and what I did with their darling. They said that was wonderful, he gets out all the time but knows how to get back in his fence too. When I mentioned the attack dog they told me that he is known for attacking people. He's real bad, they said, and even said their dog has gotten in fights with him to keep him from attacking them when they go outside. They were very nice and caring folks and I assured them that if we saw "Rowdy" again that I would gladly carry him back to their mailbox....but I will not be getting out of the car myself! LOL
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