After a visit of BRIC Rotunda Gallery and a nice walk along the Promenade of Brooklyn Heights (unfortunately my camera's battery run out, so no pictures), I went to a house/roof birthday party in Brooklyn. I was pretty drunk and had a lot of fun until Leila, the people's pitbull went crazy. There wasn't any problem with her earlier in the night when petting her several times. But when I was in the kitchen with some people later she came to me and jumped on me. Firstly, it was kind of play and funny. But when I told her to stop she began to snatch around, bite holes in my tote bag, jumped at me snatching and scratching me on my breast and my ass. This scene was entertaining people. "Come on, Lars she is just playing. Calm down and she will stop." But she didn't. She was on a rush, focused on the German dude! When I came back from the roof I ignored her, when she was walking around in the room. I didn't pay attentation on her at all. Suddenly, she came again and went crazy. She bite again in my bag jumped at me snatching and scratching. The result...
...was a slighty bleeding scratch wound and a hole in my shirt. It was completely crazy. When I entered the appartment later again, the crazy bastard came to "play" for the third time. I don't know what the hell was going on with her. She always walked around peacefully without paying attention on me, but then suddenly something reminds her of me and made her going crazy again and again and again. It was somewhat scary and mysterious. Probably it was the flavour of the evil of the German she smelled turning her crazy. Who knows haha. However, THE ONLY GOOD DOG IS A HOT DOG!
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