05-10-2012, 09:31 AM
When I was 8 yrs old we had this ignorant, redneck neighbor that beat his Doberman. It was a huge doberman too, the biggest one I've seen. He also thought it was funny to say "sick her, Turbo" as I ran screaming for my life. Goddamn I hated that fat fuck.
So anyway the damn dog really did attack me one day. I'm outside playing and the dog comes out of nowhere and grabs me by the shirt, throws me face first on the ground and starts shaking me like a rag doll. I'm out there screaming bloody murder and not a person in the whole fucking neighborhood hears me. Finally he lets go and I somehow didn't have a scratch on me other than my shirt being torn to shreds. I think he was actually going easy on me, If he really wanted to kill me he could have. Scared the bejesus out of me though, I've have a panic attack whenever I see a Doberman now
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So anyway the damn dog really did attack me one day. I'm outside playing and the dog comes out of nowhere and grabs me by the shirt, throws me face first on the ground and starts shaking me like a rag doll. I'm out there screaming bloody murder and not a person in the whole fucking neighborhood hears me. Finally he lets go and I somehow didn't have a scratch on me other than my shirt being torn to shreds. I think he was actually going easy on me, If he really wanted to kill me he could have. Scared the bejesus out of me though, I've have a panic attack whenever I see a Doberman now
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