Not so much the attack, but...
I used to live in a small town in a rural area (still do, but a different one). A lot of people just let their dogs run free, and country dogs that move to town still think they are lord of all they see. Going on a nice bike ride one day, a big old German shepard chased me down from a block away and latched on to my leg. No real damage, just scared the becrappers out of me.

So, to protect myself, I went to the survivalist store to get some pepper spray. (No, I wasn't going to hunt the little cunter down and give him a snoot full of pepper spray, fun as that might have been). The woman at the store was cheerful as she was showing me the available products.

"This one will get someone up to 15 feet away, and this one is a mist that can clear a room. You just throw it through a window or door and is good for rooms up to 500 square feet. It's really cool."

"No," I said, "I don't need that. I was bitten by a dog a few days ago and just need a small one."

*Gasp* she gasped. "That's so horrible! He's just a dog! Oohh..." Her perkiness was squashed, and she was treating me like I was Hitler.

I guess it's okay to pepper spray random strangers, but not a dangerous dog. People are funny critters.

"Don't get bit," she whinned as I left.
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Thu 2 Jun 2005, 15:29, Reply)