I'm reminiscing on my childhood years on the eastside of buffalo and one of the things that still got me shook of dogs still till this day were stray dogs roaming around looking for flesh. Let me take u back to the 90s. Stray pitbulls, rottweiler and boxers walking around. Malnourished, angry and ready to take a nikka ass all the way off .
I remember getting chased by so many dogs, still till this day never owned a dog or want one. And nikkas always get demon dogs like pitbulls, and those things are ready to finish you. I remember a giant stray rottweiler walking around the towel head corner store, man it held me hostage, I was in that mothafukka for atleast an hour.
That was a paranoid time back in the 90s, it was like the wild west, alot different from now. U couldn't go nowhere alone, u always had to walk in packs, in case a group of nikkas wanted to kick your ass, the ones mel gibson was talking about in those tapes lol.
I digress, this is about dogs, and nothing was scarier then walking and out of nowhere a big ass angry foaming at the mouth dog shoot out the back yard lol, talk about an adrenaline rush. Seeing that will turn u into a Olympic high jumper, because you'll be on top of somebody car in a matter of seconds. But then the fukked up part of is.... the ignorant ass owner will come out the house and cuss you out about being on the car.. Now you're fighting 2 battles ... for walking down the street minding your business.
Nothing was worse than chains popping, because the slowest nikkas always had the scariest dogs. and in their mind putting a giant fukking power animal on a cord, tied to a thin ass tree was a good idea, only for the dog to react like a dog and break loose and wreck havoc.
It was like a scene out of a movie, mass hysteria. nikkas on the porch were scattering, screaming, "OH shyt!!!" hopping fences, hopping over banisters, knocking the 40oz's over, cards and table over. The dog was like king kong knocking over taxi cabs in Manhattan....totally terrorizing whoever was in sight
I remember getting chased by so many dogs, still till this day never owned a dog or want one. And nikkas always get demon dogs like pitbulls, and those things are ready to finish you. I remember a giant stray rottweiler walking around the towel head corner store, man it held me hostage, I was in that mothafukka for atleast an hour.
That was a paranoid time back in the 90s, it was like the wild west, alot different from now. U couldn't go nowhere alone, u always had to walk in packs, in case a group of nikkas wanted to kick your ass, the ones mel gibson was talking about in those tapes lol.
I digress, this is about dogs, and nothing was scarier then walking and out of nowhere a big ass angry foaming at the mouth dog shoot out the back yard lol, talk about an adrenaline rush. Seeing that will turn u into a Olympic high jumper, because you'll be on top of somebody car in a matter of seconds. But then the fukked up part of is.... the ignorant ass owner will come out the house and cuss you out about being on the car.. Now you're fighting 2 battles ... for walking down the street minding your business.
Nothing was worse than chains popping, because the slowest nikkas always had the scariest dogs. and in their mind putting a giant fukking power animal on a cord, tied to a thin ass tree was a good idea, only for the dog to react like a dog and break loose and wreck havoc.
It was like a scene out of a movie, mass hysteria. nikkas on the porch were scattering, screaming, "OH shyt!!!" hopping fences, hopping over banisters, knocking the 40oz's over, cards and table over. The dog was like king kong knocking over taxi cabs in Manhattan....totally terrorizing whoever was in sight
huh? 
Even the mean ass strays were cool with me when they would terrorize the neighborhood children
I still got the scratch mark on my shoulder.
Hood dogs are so 
because the average hood nikka's idea of pet ownership is tying a dog up in their back yard that they leave outside no matter the weather and show the poor creature the bare minimum of human interaction that the animal has no choice but to go insane.
it was my neighbor's dog! Big guy was lost for months, I didn't recognize him, he was all dirty and his collar was gone.
