My first encounter with beach dogs was while camping at
la ensenada, back when it was a nice quiet beach, like 10 years ago.
In the middle of the night I hear growling and screeching, etc......
I was in hamock with the wifey, while the rest of the in-laws were in a tent on the ground.
I half got out-half fell out - of the hamock, managing not to shoot my balls off in the process ( quite a feat as it was probably the 4th time ever i was carrying a gun ------ I, thankfuly, come from a place where we dont go around shooting each other
), but losing the flashlight in the process :/ :/.
So I grab the next best thing- a flaming branch from the fire- and head off to invistigate.
Against the protests of in-laws, whom, like any respectable dominican, still believe that " if u cant see
it,
it cant see u ".........
Now, ladies and gentlemen, only in hollywood films does a flaming branch works as well as a 450 lumen flashlight. In real life it doesnt help you see sh.it.
I kind of see a haze of a human like shadow trying to climb up a tree and a pack of a dozen mangy dogs pulling him back down......
Holy balony !!!!
By this time my better half has found the flashlight, and a machete ( which, as an afterthought is much more useful than a gun and a flaming branch---- too many video games dispatches one from real life situations ) and we discover it is actually a donkey getting mauled by the dogs !!!!!!
The dogs were carving steaks out of him !!!
We shout and holler and the dogs scatter........ the donkey wasnt able to flee or defend himself effectivly, because he was tied up to said tree
P.S. It didnt make me want to kill all beach dogs......just saying