The village idiot of Las Vegas comes across an unchained Killer.

Back in the days of my youth a family that lived a few houses up from me had a doberman pinscher named Killer. He was always tethered to a tree with a chain and whenever my buddies or I walked by we made it a habit to tease him. I knew in the back of my head I would be in deep trouble if I ever came across Killer unchained:

I remember it like it was yesterday - I was taking my usual short cut home from the ball fields, which entailed walking by Killer's house. His usual resting spot was under the tree he was chained to and I felt something was wrong when I didn't see him there. I take a few more steps and then, much to my chagrin, there he is, staring directly at me...unchained.

It was a moment in time that some would consider suspended. Maybe that's not the best way to say it. Let's just put it in laymen terms - "I was so scared I almost soiled myself." I was now standing a few feet away from the biggest, meanest, angriest dog I had ever seen and he was holding a grudge against me - I did what anyone in my predicament would do - I ran for my life. 

As I am sprinting home I could literally feel Killer's nose buried in my ass. I was for sure he was going to take a big bite out of it. He chased me right to my doorstep. Thankfully - I made it out of the incident unscathed. 

Decades have pasted since I last saw Killer but I still think about him. I now realize why. He was a mighty beast that spent his whole life on a chain - but the one time he was off - he let me know just how powerful and scary he really is.