Author's Note: Everyone - I love dogs, wolves, and animals. I believe that they are to be treated with the utmost respect, love and care. If you ever see anyone mistreating or abusing any animal of any sort, please do not hesitate to contact your local police, 911, or any other emergency number. Animals are living beings too!

~*~ Walking outside with my dogs, I saw exactly what I saw everyday: My three dogs padding beside me, the fence enclosing a large area, and a cow in the spare lot beside my house. Smiling, I made my way across the yard, my dogs following me. I picked up a coconut and threw it clear across the grassy spot; my dogs sprinted after it, using their tails to stop and turn.

After a while outside, I started for the house. Nearing it, I heard the phone ring. I ran inside panting, and caught it on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" I answered.

I heard my sister's voice on the other end of the line. After her greeting, she asked me a question, which I was absolutely not prepared for. "Will you take care of my dog while I am away?" she asked, oblivious to the fact that her dog all but despised me. My mouth hung open. Whenever I got within a ten-foot range, Harley (her dog) would just have a radar turn on or something and totally go crazy like I was some sort of thief! He wouldn't let me pet him at all without his ears flattening and starting a low growl from deep in his throat. The 125-pound German shepherd dog wouldn't even let me near my sister without her sending him away!

On the other hand, she had taken care of my three dogs while I was away twice, and I did owe that to her, not to mention the fact that she was my sister. "Well, , ok," I answered after a brief hesitation. What else could I say?

The next day, there came Harley walking through my front door, on leash and looking a little apprehensive. I smiled, I was the one with the upper hand now, and he knew it!

In the evening, when my sister left for her flight, it was just the dog and the human left home alone.

"Alright, Harley, it's time for your dinner, but your going to be listening to my commands," I said sternly. He pricked up his ears, but not because it was interesting what I was saying, but because he knew that he was on my land now, with my rules. "And you are going to follow them."

He put his ears back down and sighed, knowing full well that he had to; his dinner was at stake!

After a week of him at my house, we were still on listen-up-or-no-dinner terms (not literally though, if he didn't listen he wouldn't get the extra biscuit that usually goes with this dinner). How else can you relate to a dog that hates your guts? But as fate would have it, slowly, and I really do stress slowly, we got to know each other . Day after day of being together would surprise anyone. He got to know that I didn't mind petting him, and I got to know that he liked boy, did he like walks.

So one day, on one of his usual walks around the neighborhood, we were passing the spare lot with the cow when the neighbor's dog got loose! He started barking and running towards us through the field like a mad dog. Now this dog is about 2 feet off the ground weighing no more than thirty pounds, and here he is charging at a dog twice his size and four times his weight!

I wasn't holding the leash tightly; it never crossed my mind that my normal dog would turn into psycho mutt! Darn it, I thought, I have the leash on my left hand, not the best time to try and build muscle holding a 125-pound dog with a weak hand. I know, I know, you would say that that wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it was the only thing that came to my mind at that time, so I took the leash off of my hand and was about to slip it onto my right hand when Harley jumped and it was pulled from my grasp.

I gasped. I looked up in time to see Harley racing through the cow field. No thought about this one. I tore after him, following him onto the field, and hoping not to step into any 'cow surprises'. "HARLEY! STOP! HARLEY!" I yelled repeatedly in vain.

Do you know the saying that you never run your fastest until you are truly motivated? Well, I can tell you that that is absolutely true. When I was running through that cow field, I was like greased lightning on ice! All that was running through my mind was 'Just get to the dog before he kills the little weakling 30-pounder, just get to the dog before he kills the little weakling 30-pounder.' I didn't care where I was stepping, what animal got in my way, or who was watching (although it would probably have been a hilarious sight), I just had my eyes set on my dog.

Up ahead, Harley stopped running, and the neighbor's dog walked slowly up to him. They both were considering each other, for 'approval' of one another, an animal instinct thing, I think. I ran as fast as I could. If I could just reach that leash dragging on the ground, I thought! No more than twenty feet away was where they stopped, and the dragging leash.

Just when I was ten feet away, almost home free, Harley started to growl. Yes, the same growl that he showed towards me. His ears flattened, and the fur on his back stood up on its ends. The growl from deep within his throat was probably what hinted the little dog to get out of there. The dog stared at Harley, and started to back up. Harley followed him, moving forward slowly. The little dog was probably scared out of his mind, and turn to run. Instinct kicked in on my dog, and he started to chase, obviously thinking the little dog as prey.

I made a desperate attempt to grab the leash and dove for it. Unfortunately, my dog did not have the sense to wait that few seconds like how they do it in the movies, and again, it slipped out of my grasp.

Getting up, I saw Harley chase the little dog through the rest of the cow field. I ran after them, hoping not for them to get on the main road. The little dog ran into someone's private backyard, and hid behind a tree. My dog, not caring where he was, ran after him into the yard until he stopped at a clump of bushes. Forgetting the little dog totally, his interest turned towards the bushes and 'marked' it as his territory. This gave me the time to run into the person's back yard, and grab my dog from their property.

While walking through their driveway, I tried to act normal, as if nothing had happened, although pulling a dog from a stranger's property that was chasing their dog does seem a bit odd. Thank goodness that it was a Sunday and that no-body was on the street at that time, although there was a car in my neighbor's driveway.

I stole a quick peek around, and making sure no one was around, I ran all the way back home; Harley had totally forgotten the embarrassing scenario by then.


Author's Note: Harley is healthy and happy, my friends, back with my sister and living a life of luxury and many walks (. This story really did happen to me last year, and I thought I should share this comical view of it. Thank you!


Soleil Antoinette