Excuses: I had started the Monday thread and Wednesday was SDO and I couldn't think of anything to contribute. Thursday
I was in a bad-ass mood, which leads to blather:
I literally had a run-in with two dogs in the last mile of my 8-miler on Thursday. I don't know how I didn't see them. The sun was at my back and all of the sudden there was a big stupid sheep dog and a black lab right in front of me. They weren't growling, but they were circling me and then then the sheep dog jumped on me several times and got both of my arms to different degrees
I was doing my giant voice "STAY! SIT! BAD DOG! " routine, but didn't change anything. There were houses all around, and I hollered, both in Spanish and in English for some help. After a long while an Anglo woman came out, stayed on her porch and told me from which house the dog came, so I went to that house with the dogs still surrounding me, and banged on the door. While I was waiting for someone to answer, a car pulled into the driveway and the dog's owner got out and pulled the sheep dog off of me. By then both of my arms were bleeding and I was furious. She spoke only Spanish, but assured me first that she was very sorry and then when I asked about vaccines, she said they were up to date. The dog's abdomen had been shaved, making it look like it'd had surgery recently, so I believed her. Also, just to be clear, when she saw me, I was at her front door. I explained that I was running in the street when this happened, and I told her I was very angry and left. I had to run by the security gate at the front of the community on my way back to our house, and I stopped and ranted at the guards for a couple of minutes. When they asked where the incident happened, I pointed behind me and one of them asked "was it a grey and white dog?" I'm just
So you know about this damn dog already?
Actually, I wasn't hurt too badly. One puncture is noticeable, the other two are nearly gone just 24 hours later. We put some a butterfly strip on it and keep dousing it in triple antibiotic ointment. It looks like it will be fine, and I'm grateful. I'm more shaken because I didn't see the danger until it was literally right on me. Loose dogs are annoying, but not terribly uncommon here. In the past when I've seen one, I just turn around. This time I was completely surprised and unprepared.
This training cycle so far has had one fractured arm, one sprained ankle and one dog bite. All of them could have been much worse, but what the actual hell?
Bonus: I had a bike crash in 1976 that I totally deserved because I was stupid enough to ride my bike barefoot and got my toe caught in the chain. Definitely had a concussion. Hmmmm. Looks like we're seeing a pattern here.