I went on the porch to see a snarling Rottweiler behind the door. Not a big deal, happens a lot, I’m a stranger the dog is just being a dog. The lady pushes him back, we do the pizza transaction and as I’m turning to go the lady said, “Oh my god, he’s out..” the back door was open and the dog charged around the house.
I quickly opened the door to run inside but the lady screamed “no, the really bad one is inside”, and I see a bigger Rottie just inside the hall so I stick myself between the screen door and the real door and I’m trapped in an angry dog sandwich. The outside dog bites my calf because I can only close the screen door so much, not much damage but I’m bleeding.
The manager decided to go to the lady’s house and talk to her. As soon as she starts talking to him another small mutt dog zips out the door and bites him on the hand. He made the call on no more pizza for them.
-jsnoots
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