I wanna hear about these incidences
One when I was 11. My homeboy mama had these ankle biting small dogs they fukked my ankles up, socks bloody as fukk
The next I was 13 taking a short cut through this area called the pits to get home. Ironically two pit bulls ran up on me ready for the kill. I booked it, then tripped over a tree branch, like the white girls in the movies. They were ready to pounce and the owner called them right in time and they ran away, after I pissed myself. So it technically wasn't a bite but still in added to the trauma
The next I was maybe 17 at my cousin Carlos house and his sister had a dog that bit me in the leg had to get stitches
The next was 25 years old, met this Spanish bytch at a bar, we texting and shyt, she finally invite your boy over. She come out the house with this big ass dog to meet me in the parking lot. Dog bit me right in the nutsack area, tore a hole through my brand new polo jeans, got them on sale for 59.99. Wasn't much damage done physically but mentally I was scarred. She apologized and had big tities but it wasn't enough. I just went home with a big ass hole in the crotch of my pants
So only three times for real, but I'm done with dogs. Maybe they don't like my energy or something. I didn't antagonize these dogs or nothing either
Oh I aint even mention when I got chased by another dog, I tripped and ran into one of those green energy tanks head first. Mom dukes had to take me to the hospital cause I had a concussion
fukk them dogs
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