(I, my mom, my mom’s boyfriend, and my mom’s boyfriend’s son go to a park that has a green field that is supposed to have an event that we’re interested in. When we get there, we hear that the lights are broken and they have to wait until next week. We aren’t upset so we have a picnic on the grass as the kid runs around the field with a soccer ball. After awhile I hear a scream and crying. I leap up and run to the sound with my mom and her boyfriend right behind me. When I get there I see a Chihuahua biting at the kid. I run at the dog and kick it hard enough to send it flying a few feet.)
Man: “What the h*** was that for?!”
(I turn to the man very pissed. It makes my mom back away from me.)
Me: “That rat was attacking him. There is a reason dogs are meant to be on leashes.”
(The man scoffs and rolls his eyes.)
Man: “My dog would never hurt a fly!”
(I gently drag the child closer to me and ask him to pull up his sleeves showing dog bites that are bleeding slightly.)
Me: “Does this look like ‘wouldn’t hurt a fly’?”
(At this point the dog is biting at my ankles and growling at me. I look at the dog too pissed to care, and I roar at the dog, scaring it away. I look up as I see the man running away.)
Mom: “I knew you were scary but I didn’t know you were that scary.”
Mom’s Boyfriend: “Well, hot d***.”
Mom: “LANGUAGE!”