On a repair job off Hollywood Blvd., I put a tag on the chain link gate saying I tried to do the repair, but, the dog had the gate covered. Now, this was the part of the Blvd. near Laurel cyn. Where all the old stars estates begin…As I turn to jump in my Pac Bell truck, this long haired mafia looking dude, shouts at me to come back. He’s also letting the dog out of said gate as he keeps talking to me. I shit my pants. TWICE, when that dog came at me. Oh, it was friendly, HOW WOULD I KNOW. He had growled like crazy as I shook the gate and yelled towards the house. I end up stooping down and petting the big lug. He was at least two hundred pounds. Half Rottweiler, half St. Bernard. Real sloppy mouth, but a neat dog. I feel some odd bumps as I pet him. The owner filled me in. His dog carried around THREE 45. cal slugs. From the five that hit him. AND HE LIVED!!! Neighbor shot him through their common back fence while drugged out…