So here it is; I may have mentions this, but perhaps not.

A long time ago in a town far a way a guy with no parking space had to get to work without a car.
He could take the bus which took an hour but usually more; or cycle which took 20 minutes. He also liked to go for a run at lunch and in total ran 10KM and cycled 20KM every work day.

One day he was a little early but said the usual 'Hi' to a colleague, as he ran to work along the same route, with a thumbs up.

Up a head there was a scream. This was not the having a lark scream.
This was a fear of death scream...



He had never heard its like; and hope to never hear that again...


There was no time to think...
Everything moved in slow motion...

The only thing that was clear was the blue collar...
Everything else was a blur ...
The collar is all!

Out of a side road ran a small lady in her Sixty's.
She had a small dog.
Behind her, no upon her, was an Alsatian.

The guy came off the bike at speed, into a run and hit the dog hard.
Grabbing the collar and lifting it off the floor with a kick pinning the dog to a telegraph pole. One hand twisting the collar, arm at 90° as if curling the beast, one leg under its ribs, chocking the beast with its collar, preventing it from reaching him; blood over its snout.


The dog struggled and kicked but was soon subdued as it began to loose consciousness. His colleague helped the lady up and lead her away form the scene.

The dog soon new who was boss! Held out on a firm arm and dragged door to door the animal was almost placid, its powerful muscles oddly obeying this new master who barked at it shaking it if/When it pulled.

Some immeasurable time passed in which an ambulance had arrived at a near by house.

his colleague returned and suggested the dog go to a friend of his wife, who worked at the animal refuge.

The dog was, by now, calm.

...... The next day ......
The hero found out: The dog had escaped from a back garden. Using the new barque to leap the fence.
It had probably just wanted to sniff the butt of the other dog but the owner ran...

And as a police dog it was trained to chase.
And Bring down.
And not let go.

No one believes this story.


But I was there.

I once held a chinchilla in a headlock.

True story

I recently bit a ghost pepper without crying.

A tarantula (well a big, hairy, black and yellow monstrosity) crawled out of a giant Teddy bear I won at a fair, the stitching was ripped by its head and made for a nice cosy lair.

Spidey went under my bed, never to be seen again. I was about 11 years old, no one ever believed me.

I wish I could be these people big respect:
https://twitter.com/hashtag/ITookHome?src=hash




Exactly my point lol


OK my one was real.

To be honest it just happened; no thinking it was just the thing to do.

I mean if you saw a bad thing would you act? It was so fast I was committed before I could even think. Not that I'm quick witted.

I saw the collar as I went for the dog and I though thank the **** for that.

I made a difference.

I moved in to a house at uni, second year. It needed tidying and two of the six of us were there and tidying it for the others, the hover bag was wet so at 8PM; shops that sell hover bags shut; I put it on a radiator to try and dry out to be able to clean.
...
Was chillin on the floor watching telle, by the sofa, my girl on the sofa; out of the hover bag cam this tiny spider, it was about the size of a dinner plate, ( about half an inch across if not less) and the dam thing went for me.
My girl she did not like spiders and I went with the mood. The two of us standing on the back of the sofa holding each other terrified and Laughing