It was a bright Saturday afternoon and my friend had come over to mess around and play some hurling. We were out in the back garden when my friend hit the ball over the fence, into my neighbours’ garden. I said I would get it as I went over there often when my sliotar went over.
I first checked if the neighbours’ dog was there or as I liked to call him, ‘The BEAST’. He is a rottweiler.
Before I jumped over the fence, I looked over it to see the rottweiler but thank God I couldn’t see him. I then jumped over the fence and got the ball but when I looked up he was there growling at me and that’s when I knew I should run.