quasi-attack
Last year in the late summer, I decided one Saturday to take a lovely early morning walk in the wilderness surrounding the local college. I was having a nice time until all of a sudden a giant black dog jumped out at me from a bush. I was frozen for a few seconds in fear until it started running for me with a crazy look in its eye. At that point I decided to run for my life. This went on for about a quarter mile until I found a tree I could climb. The dog stopped at the bottom of the tree and stared. Then following it came a woman waving a leash. She proceeded to apologize in a heavy Australian accent, but then burst out laughing while I stared at her in disbelief from the tree. Damn her. She jogged off into the woods with her dog(still laughing) and now I'm even more scared of strange dogs than I was before.
( trintrin has jam for blood, Thu 9 Jun 2005, 9:30, Reply)