I'm lucky to be alive!!!!!

Crikey ..... am I ever lucky to be alive. We went to MY beach as usual the other evening. Mum and Dad have been taking a couple of chairs, a beer for Dad and a thermos of tea for Mum and we have a grand old time. Mum and I go for a big walk and when we head back and are about half a kilometre or so from Dad I run to him at a million miles an hour. I have a bit of a rest then but if I see any of my mates I head off for a play whilst Mum and Dad watch from their comfy chairs. BUT ...  here's what happened the other night. We were just sitting there minding our own business when Dad spotted a dog a ways, away up the beach. He pointed him out to Mum and commented on how fast he appeared to be and said he must be a greyhound or something. Now I see a greyhound and I'm off like a rocket. I just seem to know we are somehow related. Anyway I spotted this bloke and I was off. Did I EVER bite off more than I could chew. I can normally hold my own with greyhounds. They're fast but I'm FIT and I can run like the wind. This bloke  took me completely by surprise. He was HUMUNGOUS and FAST!!  Boy was he FAST!!  I ran back to Mum and Dad as fast as I could and he was right there with me.  There was no way I could shake him. I ducked and weaved and he was there. Right by my side. OMD!!!  I was getting awful tired. Not him. I wasn't game to stop running I thought he'd EAT me.  Everyone on the beach stopped to watch the show we were putting on. Mum and Dad were yelling at me to stop but I was too scared. I just kept on going. Finally the owner of the dog realised I wasn't having much fun and managed to call the BIG bloke off.  Fair dinkum ... I was beat. I fell in a heap at Mum and Dad's feet and I thought Id never, ever get up, ever again!! I have to say the other bloke wasn't much better off. He also fell in a heap at his Dad's feet and he took even longer to recover than I did. The dogs owner was a real nice bloke and so, as it turned out, was the dog, but how was I to know. He was what's known as a Bull Arab. They use 'em in far north Queensland to hunt feral pigs cause they are so tough and can chase and pull down a pig without any worries.  I'm glad this one knew the difference between a feral pig and ME, aye??  Crikey he was BIG.  He would have been 45 klgs or more and he was built like a tank. I'd be hard pushed to be 18klgs. They are a cross breed. 50% English Bull terrier (for toughness), 25% greyhound (for speed) and 25% German Shorthaired Pointer (for temperament). He did manage to knock me almost off my feet whilst we were running and although I was alright that night the next day I pulled up real bad.  I could hardly walk.  We had a VERY quiet day at home yesterday. No exercise for me.  I was still limping this morning so Mum took me for a short walk and I'm going to have another quiet day today.  I'll be ready to go again by tomorrow I'd say. Mum didn't take any photos but here's what they look like.  This is almost identical to the bloke we saw.  Fair dinkum ..... I'm lucky to be alive!!

Wanna run .... love, Charlie.