The german shepherd

The german shepherd

I was at the park cycling like an olympic athlete. In the corner of my eye, I spied on a police lady who was taking a stroll in the park. To the right hand side of the police lady was a fierce looking dog. It wasn’t just any dog.  It actually a German Shepherd. German Shepherds are fierce dogs and they have razor sharp teeth. They are dogs you don’t want to mess with. I shuddered at the thought of fighting one. “Ggrrrr…” went the dog. The dog showed me its jaws. The german shepherd barked at me as if saying “come any closer and I’ll rip you to pieces.  Suddenly the dog game galloping off of its leache…

I dumped my bike and ran. I was Usain bolt running the 200 metres. “Argh” I shouted. The police lady came running and shouted. “Here boy, come here”. The dog was nearly about to bite my leg off. I couldn’t outrun it. I thought it was too late.

The police lady ran and jumped in the way of the dog.  The German shepherd screeched to a halt. I wouldn’t dare hurt my master he thought in his head. “Bad dog, very bad dog” she shouted. And she put the german Shepherd on a leash. “I’m sorry no harm intended, he’s not normally like this”. “It’s okay” I replied. In my head I was thinking that she could have of thought up a better apology, because that dog could me ripped me apart, but to be polite I said nothing.

Well I learnt a lesson in the end, I don’t work well with dogs. Definitely.