The dude took the pair of damsels to go check on his neighbour's dog. Fuck if I was going with them. The neighbour's place was set well back from the road at the edge of the woods.
I walked back to my car but before I got there two grow-op dogs attacked me. A mastiff and a mongrel. The owner was yelling at them. "You two fuckers get back here. Mitzy! Gaynor! Get back in your yard!" I was a paper boy in Sliverville for too long to have a fear of dogs, no matter their demeanor. Dogs named Mitzy are the worst. They sniffed me and ran through the ditch looking for bodies. The dog the damsel thought she hit was not the first dog to lock horns with a car on that corner.
The damsel's car was still running so I hung out with the two attack dogs and their good looking owner waiting to see if there was any dying that had happened so we would have something noteworthy to talk about with our families when we later ate Friday steak, baked potatoes and fresh picked corn on the cob.
Turned out the dog was unhurt or not hurt enough to let on any how. Everybody was happy. I gunned the accelerator like a man and went home to my beer.