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I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!(14 posts)

I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!Kristin
Sep 3, 2002 10:27 AM
As I rode from Devil's Lake to the KD Ranch, I received a visit from the devil and one of his henchmen. I guess that's the price paid for a wrong turn.

I had just finished that big climb and recovering down the other side when I arrived at Highway W. I glanced quickly at my directions and turned left onto the small street. As I tooled along thinking how fortunate I was to be on a flat street uninhabited by large whizzing trucks, I was suddenly jarred to full alertness by this little bas...I mean darling.bounding out of his owners garage to greet me. Man's best friend my ass. The assailant was a puny datschund who ran amazingly fast for something on four scrawny legs. He gave chase and I almost t-boned him twice. Each time I maneuvered past him, he jumped at my legs.

Now adrenaline is funny stuff. Opposing all stereo-types, this girl can manage only one task at a time. But with a little adrenaline coursing through my veins, I can calculate the phases of the moon, plan my wardrobe for the next three days, and contemplate the morality of intentionally plastering fluffy to the road. Unfortunately, my thoughts were interrupted, yet again, by the arrival of fluffy's demon friend. I'll call him Kujo. They were no rookies. I could tell these two had rehearsed their little scam in advance—and had probably practiced on former cyclists. First Fluffy distracts me by charging from the left while Kujo flanks in from rear as I slow to avoid Fluffy. Then Kujo circles quickly to the right to come in for the kill. At this point I'm in a full-out dog fight and beginning to calculate speed-of-impact to skin-loss ratios. It was clear that my best chance was to out run them down the hill. It worked, I got away.

I slowed up and recovered a bit. I rolled forward not wanting to accept the unavoidable truth--I had turned the wrong way onto Highway W. I would have to turn back. My heart sank. Was I up for another battle? Thankfully, I was prepared this time. I had my water bottle out and ready. I emptied the entire contents of a 32 ounce bottle fending off Fluffy and his friend. Little bas...I mean darlings...

Next time I'm gonna bring my mace.
re: I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!capnjim01
Sep 3, 2002 10:42 AM
had a similar(sp) experience. these dogs do work in teams and they wait for me at the top of a climb just as i am starting to recover. on the way back in from my loop they cross the road and wait on the other side, not wanting to waste any engery other than for the chase. i'm sure it must be a real hoot to see me sprinting and yelling to these dogs "is that all you got"? much funnier when your in front of the pc all safe and sound. glad your ok.
re: I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too!rtyszko
Sep 3, 2002 10:44 AM
Kristin, funny and well written as usual. Do yourself and the dogs (owners too) a favor and call the local Animal Control officer. It's really in everyone's best interest (the dog and you) if the owner is made aware of what's going on. Chances are that you're not the only one to have this problem with these dogs. No one wants you hurt and I'm sure that the owner doesn't want the dog hurt. Be well.

Bob Tyszko

PS I tend to reply to all of the dog vs. cyclist posts with the same advice. Probably boring to most.
oh you fool!mr_spin
Sep 3, 2002 10:46 AM
The dogs were trying to tell you you were going the wrong way, but you wouldn't listen. They even tried to stop you by grabbing on to your bike, but you pushed them away. Finally, they had to let you go, sickened and depressed that they had failed yet again to communicate with the higher species and prevent the human from marching onward to impending doom.

When you came back, they were overjoyed that you were still alive, having slain or at least escaped the dragons and the demons. Overflowing with enthuiasm, they greeted you with great affection, throwing questions at you about how and why you made it back from the abyss, only to be met with 32 ounces of water in the face.

You have a lot to learn about dogs, because that's the last time they try to help any more riders.


(kidding, of course)
It's pretty bad when the small dog turns out to be.........gogene
Sep 3, 2002 11:33 AM
......the leadout to a much larger dog. And just when you think you have enough speed to outrun Fluffy, he peels off to the left as Kujo jumps and takes your wheel, still accelerating.
old dog, young dog, lame dog . . .Geardaddy
Sep 3, 2002 11:33 AM
I recall the time that I turned down the wrong road (one of those roads where the pavement runs into gravel after a few hundred yards) and got into a doozy of a dog sprint. I caught them by surprise on the first pass, so there wasn't much of chase. But I had to turn around, and I knew they would be waiting. There were three of them - an old one, a young one, and a lame one. Well, the first one to drop off was the lame one. Then the old one (hacking and coughing of course), and then the young one hung on for a good 100 yards before giving up (thankfully I was back on pavement so I could get some speed).

When I was 8 years old my family moved from the city out into the country. One thing my family of walkers, runners, and cyclists found out was that people have this inane attitude that they can let their pets run free out in the country. We all knew the roads where we would likely be accosted by a gang dogs, and it sucked. There was this one little terrier just down the road that would regularly chase cars going 50mph on the county road. He got hit by a few cars in his life, but he eventually died of old age. I never did get why people got away with this crap.
I taught them a lessonMatno
Sep 3, 2002 11:48 AM
I used to have a similar problem when I would go running with my cocker spaniel. There were 3 dogs up the road that would gang up on us (2 Lab mixes and an American Eskimo). My dog wasn't exactly protective of me--he'd usually disappear a couple hundred yards before we got to that house, then magically reappear on the other side. Meanwhile, I just about got bitten nearly every time. UNTIL... one day I borrowed my brother's very protective 110lb Alaskan Malamute, Rocky, and took him for a jog. As we approached the house the dogs came out as usual. Much to my dismay, Rocky was way back sniffing around some sage brush at the time, but just as they got within nipping distance (i.e. about 2 feet from my legs) I heard a rumbling growl from behind me, and they suddenly backed off. Long story short: pretty soon, we were on our way unscathed, three dogs were left behind (2 of them bleeding quite a bit), and the lady kept her dogs tied up after that. Yeah!
Manly, yesCT5
Sep 3, 2002 1:41 PM
I never met a woman who couldn't multitask. Many men, on the other hand, can't. Your statement that "this girl can manage only one task at a time" casts major doubt on your claimed gender.
LOL - The only surgery I've ever had was a tonselectomyKristin
Sep 3, 2002 1:46 PM
At least that's what they told me it was. Unless I misunderstood what a tonsel was. In any regard, its gone now, so no matter.
Real chicks can spell tonsils tooCT5
Sep 3, 2002 2:01 PM
I didn't mean to imply that you were a transgender person, just maybe a poser other than the usual zoot bike/team clothing variety many complain about here. Real quick, what dress size do you wear? Ha! See?
I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you (nm)Kristin
Sep 3, 2002 2:04 PM
Spoken like a true Marine (nm)CT5
Sep 3, 2002 2:08 PM
i have 2 attack weiners, so "puny" isnt funny!stik__boy
Sep 3, 2002 3:21 PM
just kidding.... but my female attack weiner can run FULL speed as fast as i can rollerblade for 5-7 miles. as for bringing along a "protective dog" matno..... not too cool of an idea. now im not saying it right that ANY dog owner not keep their dog properly restrained.... but how would you feel if your dog killed one of those dogs, you were arrested, brought to court, had to pay a fine, possible restitution,and had your borrowed dog put to sleep????? the possiblities are endless "what ifs". what if you were seriously hurt by her dogs etc... etc... etc... but 2 wrongs dont make a right in ANY situation.
Sep 4, 2002 11:24 AM
as for legal action, in the rural area I lived in at the time, such things simply don't happen. (Particularly since the lady who owned the dogs was actually a friend of ours. The dogs were usually only a problem when she wasn't home). On top of that, my dog never left the road, so action against me would be virtually impossible on the basis of self-protection.

On the other hand, there's always a risk of the dogs surprising you. One of my friends had a relatively small dog that was attacked in its own yard by two Rottweilers that got loose. His dog was unscathed, both Rottweilers had considerable vet bills. (Of course, my friend didn't have to pay for anything since they came into his yard). In my case, I knew that our dog could handle himself. (Not that it's the same thing, but he also got rid of over 30 stray cats in less than 2 months...)

As for me getting seriously hurt... not really a possibility either. Back then I never went anywhere without a sidearm. Unfortunately, now I live in the People's Republic of New York where that's not allowed.