Thanksgiving, Part II

I'm thankfull the Pitt Bull did not attack my son and chose to attack me instead.

I'm thankfull that I was digging a snow fort and had a spade in my hands, instead of some wimpy snow shovel, to defend myself with.

I regret letting the four legged menace get away. I was purely on the defensive. I should have done my best to knock his teeth out, blind him, and take his head off. Maybe breaking a leg or two in the process. I really thought I was going to get mauled or at least bit.

Four days after the fact, I was still laying in bed last night thinking what would have happened if [Son] had been attacked instead. Thank you God.

I never saw a spandex clad liberal weenie jump in his truck so fast and drive away. Irresponsible moron.