So the one freakin day I forget to take my dog zapper (a harmless, supposedly sonic repelling device) I'm on my walk, burnin those carbs and jammin w/my headphones on...and I get attacked by a dog. Yup, that's right. On the last leg of the walk I'm crusin by a field where a farmer is baling hay and his chunky wife in her tight chunky blue jeans is out in their field with about 4 or 5 dogs...ALL unleashed. They rushed me at the fence, but couldn't get to me so I gave her a dirty look and kept walking thinking that was that. Wrong. Less than a tenth of a mile away as I reached the non country portion of the walk, I feel a muzzle on my right arm. I spin around to see one of the dogs had escaped and decided I was tasty. I punched him before he latched on to me, spun around, hit a fence and then hit the ground where I kicked him away.
When I got to my feet, I was pissed.
Chunky blue jeans woman NOW decides to start calling her dog back...and I decided to start calling her a few very choice, angry, ugly words in a very very loud voice. I'm alright, but after reporting the incident to the police I'm left scratched up, pulled muscles and kind of cranky.
How's YOUR week??