Your scariest experience with an animal

When I was 12 got too close to the guard dog at a family friend's garden and it came after me. He got it off me in short order but I'm convinced it wanted to rip my leg off.
Almost.

"Chopper, sic balls!"
 
I was damn lucky not to grow up around horses. My ass surely would have been kicked.

Best I got was dipshit neighbors when I was kid with a Doberman. Rumor was that they put him through guard dog training multiple times. Truth was surely just that they were mean as fuck to him.

Never leashed, roaming their yard one quiet Sunday morning while I was pedaling back from a sleepover at a friends. I heard the snarl before I saw him and just stopped the bike. Stone still in the middle of the street. Snuck a look over at the driveway at him and he charged. Threw a leg up and he (luckily) ran into it nose first like a dumb ass.

Retreats whimpering and crying, sits back on driveway and starts growling again. Thankfully about 10 minutes later a sweet lady was coming out for church and used her car to get between us and guide me out.

So….thank you, Jesus.
 
Nobody had dogs when I was growing up. That was an extra mouth to feed, and disposable income was not a thing for our poor asses.
 
Nobody had dogs when I was growing up. That was an extra mouth to feed, and disposable income was not a thing for our poor asses.
My grandpa grew up dirt poor. Like moved 18 times by the time he was 18 sharecropping dirt poor. They always had dogs for hunting.
 
I had squirrel caught under my patio furniture the other day, that I had to free, and the cocksucker made me dance like a mawfk.
 
I had squirrel caught under my patio furniture the other day, that I had to free, and the cocksucker made me dance like a mawfk.
Squirrels are tough little fuckers. There’s a ton of them at my parents house. Once, when I was a kid, one had gotten hit by a car and had basically flattened its whole back half. Little fucker was dragging himself through the yard by his front legs.

I figured I’d put the little guy out of his misery and grabbed a .22 rifle to kill him. I think I had to shoot the damn thing five times before he died.
 
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