After a dog fight, some bread

Today, as we were leaving to go on a walk, Nina the Pug was violently attacked by Patches the Pit Bull next door, who is usually chained to the tree, but today, I saw a flash of brown running towards Nina. Patches chased and bit Nina with a vengeance, while I managed somehow to slip and fall on the gravel driveway, and was yelling and trying to separate the dogs. Poor Nina had curled herself in a ball and Patches had grabbed a hold of back of her neck and was tousling her in his jaws. It was beyond frightening. Thankfully, Patches' 12 year old owner pulled him off, and Nina appeared terrified but without any broken skin. Neighbor Ernie saw everything and called the cops. The next few hours preceded with apologies, tears, Brian and Gordon cleaning up the wounds on my leg (from falling) a police officer, stories from multiple neighbors of scary Patches stories, and Patches getting carted off to where violent Pit bulls go.

Afterwards, I felt really down about everything (the near death of my dog, the soon to be death of another's dog, my sore and wounded legs and hand) so I decided to make bread. Biscuits actually, by hand. I consider it a success because of the half a dozen times I've tried to make homemade bread or pizza dough, or the like, the dough has never risen. This time it rose, and I ate a couple of hot biscuits with butter.

It made me feel a bit better, then I took the recuperated Nina on a walk, and picked up some free stuff at a just-ended garage sale.

Now I think I will always associate my first bread making success with the Patches attack.

No more lunging pit-bull while I gather my mail, or walk out the gate to school. And Nina is safer too. I hope the 12 year old boy next door understands...