Its 5am and as usual I take my Pit Kilo with me for my morning jog. Bout 80° out, dry and not humid yet here in South Texas. We are about a mile in and some punk comes running up and flashes a knife. I have been waiting sometime for the right dumbass to cross me alone but damn talk about balls seeing my big ass along with my pit. Long story short, dude is being rushed to the hospital with a torn up arm. I won't be pressing charges but the officer stated he was in violation of his parole so he will be serving time anyways. My boy Kilo is all good, dude didn't even get a chance to use his knife because my dog latched on so quick. Chicken shit cried and begged me to get my dog to release I said suck it up till Johnny Law shows up. That is one reason why I own dogs!