Forthnights

For a person who likes dogs, I wouldn't expect myself to have much bad encounters with them. But that has been my luck since I was a kid.



I grew up being chased by neighbouring dogs while riding my bicycle.



And today, I was suddenly given the chance to relive these childhood memories. Just for some background, ever since I started my current job, I have had to go to some God-forsaken workshop in the middle of nowhere quite often. I don't have any problems being sent out into the field really, its just some of the things that really bug me. Like the rain, and vicious wild dogs.



So there I was again, going through the dirt road, feeling like the next cross country motor racer. My beloved motorbike was now a dirt bike, both in function and in appearance. And out of nowhere, this dog came running out, barking at me, perhaps intent on sinking his teeth into my juicy leg. I love dogs, but only domesticated dogs. Wild dogs, I don't like.



I could feel the blood being drained from my face. I was on 2 wheels, he was on four legs, and the road was rugged, there was no question who could go faster. My hand twisted the accelerator to go faster, my leg came out, in a kicking motion, trying to put some sort of resistance, shockingly (and idiotically) I opened my mouth, and of all things to do, started barking back at the possessed dog.



It feels kind of stupid now, and I'm glad no one was there to see me, but at the time, it felt like anything would do! Eventually, the cursed canine stopped chasing, and danger was averted. Going back to office, I started chucking to myself, thinking how silly it was to bark at the dog. For one, it obviously wouldnt work, second, it probably made the dog chase me even more!



So there it is again, another entry into the chronology of silly things I just can't seem to stop doing. At least this time, I didn't forget to fill petrol.