It's normal I think after a canine adventure like I had this past Sunday to be just a bit skittish for a while, despite my assertion that it only frightened me briefly.
That's why over the rest of that run I startled a little at phantom hounds, which turned out to be in order, a garbage bag, a fire hydrant, and a blowing leaf.
By today though I was completely over it, and since I was only doing the block there was no reason to thing 'dog'. I've been running our little 7.3 km country circuit for almost 10 years now, and to my knowledge have never encountered even the politest hound.
Imagine my surprise then when I was again startled by a phantom, about 15 minutes into my jog. As fast as you can have the thought I put it out of my mind, only to wonder why the sense of a black shadow remained in my peripheral vision.
By the time I acknowledged that this was no phantom, it was too late. He streaked right at me and before I had a chance to defend myself the bastard was on me. He leaped at me with his front paws, reached for me with his ugly mug, and tried to lick my face! He then proceeded to roll over on his back and invite me to scratch his belly. I obliged him!
He looked like some kind of cross between a black lab and a beagle, and while that gave him a fine temperament, it also made him one ugly looking dog.
But he had know idea how ugly he was. All he knew was that he found someone to scratch his belly, and for that he seemed grateful.
It turns out that the dog is indeed brand new to the neighbourhood, and the young man who sheepishly came out to gather him was just horrified by the dogs behaviour--he apologized profusely--. The kid was grateful to me as well because I had to catch the dog for him. The stupid mutt thought I was gonna scratch his belly again.
Love
Peter
That's why over the rest of that run I startled a little at phantom hounds, which turned out to be in order, a garbage bag, a fire hydrant, and a blowing leaf.
By today though I was completely over it, and since I was only doing the block there was no reason to thing 'dog'. I've been running our little 7.3 km country circuit for almost 10 years now, and to my knowledge have never encountered even the politest hound.
Imagine my surprise then when I was again startled by a phantom, about 15 minutes into my jog. As fast as you can have the thought I put it out of my mind, only to wonder why the sense of a black shadow remained in my peripheral vision.
By the time I acknowledged that this was no phantom, it was too late. He streaked right at me and before I had a chance to defend myself the bastard was on me. He leaped at me with his front paws, reached for me with his ugly mug, and tried to lick my face! He then proceeded to roll over on his back and invite me to scratch his belly. I obliged him!
He looked like some kind of cross between a black lab and a beagle, and while that gave him a fine temperament, it also made him one ugly looking dog.
But he had know idea how ugly he was. All he knew was that he found someone to scratch his belly, and for that he seemed grateful.
It turns out that the dog is indeed brand new to the neighbourhood, and the young man who sheepishly came out to gather him was just horrified by the dogs behaviour--he apologized profusely--. The kid was grateful to me as well because I had to catch the dog for him. The stupid mutt thought I was gonna scratch his belly again.
Love
Peter
That was intense reading your story about the dog! Here I am picturing a dog attacking you with that build up, and then he just licks your face.
ReplyDeleteGlad it was a friendly dog!