These stupid little kids were playing on the hill in my backyard and the dog wanted to go outside, so I let him and the leash escaped my grip and he went dashing up the hill. The kids were at the top of the hill, trying to get him and one girl had the leash for a second until he started running again, he kept running and I was outside in a t-shirt and jeans, no socks and Vans slip-ons. I ran up to the top of the hill and at the top, the snow was waist high. It was a huge struggle to get up and I was like, screaming after him. After like, 10 minutes of struggling through the snow, I got up and couldn't run after him. It soaked through my jeans, my t-shirt and my shoes. Once I was around the corner I could hear his footsteps, after calling him a couple times he ran in my direction. It was a while before I got a hold of him but eventually I got a small grip on his lead. I got to the top of the hill and tried to follow my previous footsteps through the waist-deep snow, while bawling my eyes out and screaming at the top of my lungs. The kids were there for a second and I yelled at them to stop playing in the yard. They obeyed and ran off. The dogs leash somehow got wrapped around my foot and he was pulling really hard, the more he ran the tighter it got around my foot and louder I screamed at him. For a second I thought about lying there in the snow and letting myself freeze to death, seemed like a dandy thing to do, I actually thought I would die. Taking a deep breath, I struggled to get my foot out of the knot in the dogs leash, after a 5 minute struggle, it was free. My eyes still blurry from tears, I tried to make it through the deep snow. Crawling worked for a bit, but I kept falling through. Screaming and crying, I struggled to get down the hill, with the dog pulling my arms out of their sockets. I was sure that everyone in the neighbourhood could hear me yelling at the dog at the top of my lungs. So we got down the hill, and the backyard was all ice, he dragged me right to this pile of rocks, which I hit my head on and I stumbled around, trying to get up. Only about 10 more steps, and I'd be in the house. Reaching for the doorknob, opened it up and got in. It was a mix of shouting at the dog and getting my soaked shoes on, it was basically like taking a pair of extremely soaked socks off, while telling the dog to fuck off and go to Hell. I stumbled upstairs and threw myself onto my bed, soaking wet and cried and screamed. Everything hurt, my muscles were numb, heart was racing. After peeling myself off my bed, I changed into a dry hoodie, PJ pants and slippers and went downstairs. Stumbling down the stairs, the dog was trying to jump on me, I locked him in his crate and told him to go to Hell again. I'm glad he had fun with almost killing me, maybe I'll just isolate myself for a while.
