You're right, I ran like hell, and you're right, it caught up to me. He jumped on me and slobered. I was twisting away, saying: gross. He didn't seem to care. I wish the owner would have cared. I gave him the evil eye and then kept going.
Actually, this topic shoudn't be taken lightly because the longer my runs get the more I seem to be encountering dogs...stray ones. And big dogs who don't belong to friends and I don't know scare me. I've actually given a small "kick" to the little ones that yap after me and bite my heals...I have no problem with that, actually.
But the big dogs: I've read where they can smell your fear. So, that's just great. If I carried mace, I think I'd spray it. Not kidding.
Shelly
Actually, this topic shoudn't be taken lightly because the longer my runs get the more I seem to be encountering dogs...stray ones. And big dogs who don't belong to friends and I don't know scare me. I've actually given a small "kick" to the little ones that yap after me and bite my heals...I have no problem with that, actually.
But the big dogs: I've read where they can smell your fear. So, that's just great. If I carried mace, I think I'd spray it. Not kidding.
Shelly
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I consider it an act of self defense
I consider it an act of self defense
:1:
I consider it an act of self defense
I love dogs, and it would break my heart to hit one, it's owners, however; are fair game. (and for that, I want a club)
I consider it an act of self defense
I love dogs, and it would break my heart to hit one, it's owners, however; are fair game. (and for that, I want a club)