A couple of years ago, I decided to take advantage of a beautiful, crisp morning by venturing out for a walk...
I had just reached the end of our long drive-way, when two dogs, both pitbulls, tore across the street directly at me. I stopped walking, frozen in terror. They were hunched down, one more aggresive than the other, and seemed like they were 'egging' each other on. They kept moving back and forth, side to side, and getting closer and closer to me each time.
They were snarling, growling, baring their teeth, ... I can't even put into words how frightened I was.
My (now deceased) boyfriend knew I had left for a walk, and heard our own two dogs (big, happy, friendly mutts we had rescued from the shelter), who were secured in our yard behind a tall fence, going crazy, barking in a way he said he had never heard them bark before.
He later told me he had an instant feeling I was in danger, just didn't have time to even wonder what the danger could be.
He grabbed the keys to his 4Runner, raced down the driveway, to find these pitbulls that were on the verge of flat out attacking me. He screeched the vehicle right up to within inches of the dogs and me, blaring his horn the whole way, jumped out of the vehicle, yelling and waving his arms at the dogs, he physically ran right up to them before they finally retreated.
I'm not exaggerating when I say those were some of the absolute scariest minutes of my life. The fear and vulnerability were extreme and intense.
If he had taken even a minute longer to literally rescue me, I have no doubt those two dogs would have torn me to shreds... and, I had done NOTHING AT ALL to provoke them.
I have been an animal lover my entire life, and still am. Aside from this one time, I have never had a negative encounter with an animal.
But, this one experience was enough to change my opinion of pitbulls, forever.
I am a grown woman. A defenseless infant or child couldn't have a chance.