It seems like everytime I go out on a long run, something happens. Whether it starts to rain, it gets dark early, I have to pee, or I go into a coughing fit...something always happens. As a more than perfect example, on Sunday I left for a 10 mile run when 3 miles into it - something happened. The house at the end of the street has a dog. The dog is on an electric fence collar. Every other day that I run by this dog (some sort of Lab) he barks and follows me and then runs back to the house when I have passed. This time, well this time he didn't have the collar on. This time he came over the once safe barrier and right to me. Hating big dogs, I stayed calm...until he bit my butt! What on earth! He continued toward my other cheek as I yelled for help, owners came running, I'm in shock, and the dogs continues to wag his tail. Fabulous.
After a few "I'm okay's", I walk directly home to find four bleeding teeth marks. My wonderful husband - who is worried, but just dying to laugh - drives to see if the dog has had it's shots.
To save everyone the horror, I promise not to post a picture, but assure you that my rear end is not the most aesthetically pleasing. I always thought that the color purple was supposed to be soothing...
1 comment:
Wow, I have heard of lame excuses to get out of running, but I think you have topped them all. If you truly want all of us to believe that a poor innocent dog was desperate enough to bite your butt, then we need the proof. Back it up momma!!!!
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