Seems a good time to share a load-in almost gone bad.
Except for some timely help from these two, plus another canine friend.
I used to live in Venice CA - when it was a very bad area, and I lived literally 2 blocks from the open air crack market.
There was no garage, and little street parking, so when I'd come home from gigs, I'd double park, check 360, go open the front door and let the dogs into the yard (they were dancing around crazy happy that I'd come home and wouldn't have stayed in anyway) and then load my gear in.
This particular night was the 4th night in a row of a 5 night gig about an hour's drive away. I was beat when I got out of the car. And it just so happened that night that my then GF was staying over, with her dog (a Great Pyrenees, who added another 120 lbs of dog to the mix).
I double parked as usual, and let the dogs into the yard, but being tired didn't check my surroundings as well as normal.
I was bent over the back hatch of my hatchback car when I turned to notice a guy veering over toward me on the sidewalk. big, late "uh oh..."
Just then 300 lbs of dog (the Big Black Dog, the Dobie, and the Pyr) all hit the fence at once in full bark. I watched this guy bounce across the street - his feet touched ground once in the middle, he was moving so fast. Maybe he was veering around a puddle in the sidewalk that I didn't see
Anyway, he kept going, and the dogs all got extra treats when we got inside.
