How it feels to get attacked by a military working dog
It is one thing to admire a 125 pound Belgian Malinois Military Working Dog from a distance. It is quite another to let it attack you for an Air Force training exercise.
Freelance writer Justin W. Coffey was brave enough to take the road less traveled. After visiting the K-9 kennel on the U.S. Air Force base in Japan where he lives, a Security Forces Commander asked if he was interested in letting one of the animals try and rip him to shreds. Intrigued, he conceded, and wrote about his adventure so readers like us could experience the incident without actually getting throttled by a killer dog.
Coffey shared his experience of getting attacked by Fritz the dog with Gizmodo:
It was 95 degrees out, so donning the heavily padded safety suit felt like putting on a sauna. After my first encounter with Fritz, I was happy to be wearing it. Sh--, I'd have worn two if it was possible.
The first thing they had me do was hold my arm out while the dog sat there, patiently awaiting its orders. It's an odd feeling to have an animal as powerful as this one look at you in anger. And suddenly, before you can even blink, he's on you, with his teeth sunk into the suit's arm. They told me to fight, to throw my arm back and forth, to pull up if I could. The idea is to try and prevent the dog from "typewritering," moving his bite up and down your arm. Being that Fritz is just 25lbs shy of my weight, his bite and subsequent thrashing threw me around like a rag doll.
"Fight back!" The handlers screamed. "Keep him from biting your hand!" It was all in vain; I was typewritered.
They shouted some abrupt orders that I couldn't understand and Fritz let go, tongue wagging, eagerly awaiting his next command.
"Say something mean to the dog and then run away!" The handlers instructed. "You need to provoke him, it'll make the pursuit more realistic."
Alright. "F--k you Fritz!" And I ran, as fast as I could.
To read more about Coffey's intense encounter, check out photos and the full article at Gizmodo