Skippy under siege

We went for our usual evening stroll; Mom, Cass, Skippy(family dog-beagle) and me. The brisk air felt refreshing on my bare legs and the slight breeze welcomed autumn against my face. We walked, talked about our days, all the while Skippy jogged along stopping to pee and smell the unusual bags laid out by the neighbors. Many people in the area let their dogs roam their yards, either being well-trained in not leaving the vicinity or being equipped with an electrical fence. As we approached a house with a barking German shepherd, I thought nothing of it. That is, until he came running right for us. So there we were in the middle of the street, petrified, unable to react, about to be attacked by a humungoid dog. It wasn't us he was after, oh no. This monster went straight for Skip, barking loudly and snapping his jaws. My mom immediately let go of the leash in fear that this beast would attack her. The owner, a middle aged lady in a long skirt and a kerchief around her hair came darting out calling, "Freddie, no! Down. Back! Freddie!" Freddie? Yes the dog's name. More like Freddie Kruger. Skippy barked back, tried to get a bite in, but the dog was bigger and just toppled him. We stood around for a number of seconds not sure what to do. I attempted to grab Skip, only to catch a whiff of Freddie's disgusting, stale breath. Skirt and kerchief lady continued to flip, shouting, "Freddie, down! Back! Freddie." It clearly was not doing any of us any good. I managed to grab Skippy and cover him with my body, just as Freddie's owner put her arms around his neck to restrain him. Skippy's little heart, like a cell phone vibrating, practically pounced out his chest. She apologized, claiming Freddie never gets like that. We all remained calm. We were all ok and above all Skippy was ok. We walked away and each knelt down the hug Skip and secretly give him a pat on the head for being such a tough pup. Let me tell you, if that didn't stir my coleslaw for one night. Too much excitement for my blood. I think I'll sleep in tomorrow as to not over-stimulate myself. Oh wait, I have school. How could I forget? I get to go back to my little darlings. Precious angels of God. I think I'd rather hang out with Freddie.