I was still kind of new to AZ being here less than a year and had ridden out on the motorcycle on to the Gila reservation in search of photos. I am shooting some stuff and hear a rustle behind me.
There stood what could only be a scene from a Disney movie gone bad.
A pack of mongrel dogs of maybe 15 or so from little tiny chihuahuas to shepherd type mutts and everything in between and they were in various stages of disrepair. Ear chewed off here, one eye on that one, kinked tail on another.
This was a bad ass street gang in canine form.
Now .. I am in the middle of nowhere and near nothing. My motorcycle is some 30 yds away and I would have to run to it and get it started.
They are kind of growling .. amused... and I half expected one of them to ask if I had any change. "Yo man you got a dime"
I look around and pick up what appears to be a hefty branch .. but you desert dwellers knows what happens to branch left on the ground for a bit ... Yup .. I pick it up to raise it over my head to look menacing and the Fukin branch just breaks off right where it meets my hand and falls on the ground. I am left holding a terrible excuse for a Kubaton.
The dogs meanwhile turn with thier back to me .. I felt a little like a bitch at this point that they were so unconcerned they turned from me and ... they calmly walk about 5 feet out and turned to stop and look at me. They stood there in a semi circle some sat ... all zombie like staring at me and seemed none to concerned about 8 yds out.
I was armed but I knew enough that letting off shots on the Reservation was going to be at least as bad as messing with these dogs and except for barking and growling .. they didn't seem like they were going to attack .. they seemed bored and I was the entertainment. I swear I have seen the same behavior in Brooklyn street gangs.
There was no way I was making it to the bike and I couldn't use a gun and I was getting annoyed. I knew turning my back wasnt a smart move as I had trained guard dogs years earlier. Finally I took out a knife and said as fiercely as I could remember from the days of my youth .. Come on bitches. You want some come get it.
To that .. they simply, as if on cue .. got up very calmly and walked away. No running no trotting no excitement .. just ... meh .. we cant eat him so lets move on. With that and the Bowery boys gone .. I got on my bike and got out of dodge.
One of my first truly AZ moments!!
