Ok, so I've told this story before right after it happened. But, I was walking my beloved setter, Scamper, RIP, when all of a sudden about 30 of them wiener dogs came at us. Scamp was all ready to fight at first, but as they made a circle around us and started darting in and out like some sort of evil mongoose machine. Then Scamp but his back to mine and did his best to fend them off. Now, if there weren't a bunch of kids playing close by, my instincts were to just stomping them damn things into greasy spots, but even then, 30? the odds were that at least one of them SOBs were gong to snip my Achilles tendon, and bring me down to their level. I was just on the verge of stomping them anyways, kids be damned, when their owner came out and started grabbing them up.
I've been chased by Great Danes on my bike, had a pitty chase me out of a yard, and a Pyrenees once bit me while I was trying to feed it. But, those dachshunds were the first time I ever thought that I might not make it out alive. Even if I had been carrying, I would have needed several magazines to clear the field.
What exactly kind of psychopath owns 30 Dachshunds and lets them run wild terrorizing people?