Isaac and The Dog

I have a little brother named Isaac. He is ten years old. Isaac is a very brave boy with lots of energy. There is one thing, however that scares the heck out of him: Dogs. He has now been attacked twice and bitten right in the.. eh em.. bum. And now he has been attacked again. This time the dog did not bite him, but attemped to right before a heroic act by his sister, Naomi. Poor Isaac was traumatized all day. Here is the story told from the man's own mouth:
Isaac: "I was almost bitten by a dog this morning. Like Elder V (serving in our ward who had a dog encounter story in Tonga, his home), I felt like booting him right in the jaw, but when I was about to, Naomi chucks her keys at the dog (I didn’t know) and all I hear is the dog yelp and run off. Naomi’s keys had hit the dog. Meanwhile I’m crying, well pretty much screaming. I can hardly eat so I last on three Wheat Thins until 12:30. Oh, the dog’s name is Rascal. Why am I not surprised?"
Even though I feel that it is dreadful this has happened, something about this story told by Isaac makes me laugh, hard. It might have something to do with the Wheat Thins!