I thought I was going to have to kill a German Shepard this afternoon. It had broken it's chain, was running loose and attacked our horses. If I'd have had a gun handy, it would have been dead. As it was, it caught a stout lick on the back with an old axe handle that I meant to cave it's head in with. Lucky for it that it decided to go elsewhere in a hurry. I was ready for round 2 and taking better aim. I don't know who's dog it was and still don't really care. Other than to have a few choice words with them about their dog.
I love dogs, but I'll be darned if I'll put up with a viscious one.
Hoping all the best for Luckydog's grandson..