Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Man VS Wild

So I almost got to fulfill one of my goals: fighting a dog. Let me clarify. I don't want to fight one, I just feel like I should prove myself as alpha male.

It was a large brown dog, some type of boxer mut. As I walked past, I noticed that the dog was untethered to anything, but he had a shock collar on so I figured I was safe (notice how I had used my powers of observation to assess the situation before it even happened). The dog appeared surly though. As I walked on, I started to imagine how I would fight it should it attack. A twist of the color to strangle it after I had whipped it in the face with my backpack. The dog began to walk after me.

"Shall we dance, you and I?"

I was about 20 yards away from the driveway where I first saw it and it still followed. I turned around to look at it, paying attention to the gap in space. I had a bus to catch and I had this trailing dog. It mistook my walking away from it with fear.

WRONG MISTAKE.

The dog then began to jog towards me and growl. I walked backwards as it continued to gain the distance between us. He came within 10 feet and stopped. Barks erupted from the foolish beast.

"No!" I condemned the dog, "GO HOME! Get outta here!" Not to be outdone, the dog continued to follow me as I walked away and made one last attempt. He moved in close and let out the same aggressive vocal barrage. Not to be outdone, I stepped towards the dog, pointed back to the house, and yelled. He wandered away, off to bother someone else.

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