I left my house to pick up some groceries, walking to the end of the lane to turn into the street. My path to the supermarket takes me up a dusty, unpaved road with exposed drainage on the sides - an amusing contrast to the two towering, expesnive homes built on top of the hill.
Mid way along this road is a construction site where a garage is being rebuit. The old one was a thousand years old and decrepit and finally torn down some months ago.
I made my way across the road onto the footpath in front of the expensive homes, heading towards the construction some 100ft ahead. I see two dogs not familiar to the neighbourhood, but it's not uncommon to see dogs wandering the streets.
One spots me and I see its ears and tail shoot up and it starts coming towards me. Isn't this a friendly dog, I think to myself. Then it starts hauling *** at me, growling. It gets right up on me and I jump back, quite narrowly avoiding having my leg bitten, and it growls, barks and snaps at me. Then I notice the other one is darting towards me.
Ever so conveniently those fancy pants rich folk homes have their garden raised a whole five feet from the footpath with a wooden wall along the edge. I jumped up the wall into a roll and hurrily tried to get back to my feet, expecting flying dogs to be making a pass at my face. Thankfully, the dogs weren't much in a jumping mood and stood up as high as they could along the wall, barking at me. Luckily for me, some kids at the other end of the road were passing by on their skateboards and shouted some crack at me, no doubt amused by my predicament. The dogs heard this and decided there was a better meal to be had and went after them.
"**** this," I thought and jumped off the garden and took off in the other direction. I went the long way around the block to the supermarket.
(the supermarket was boring. although i stepped in someones pee.)
On my way home I took a slightly different approach, but still in the general direction of the dirt road where these dogs were. I suppose I expected them to have wandered to another street.
I approached along the road crossing the top of the dusty road at a T, on the farthest side, and cautiously peered into the street. The dogs were still there, exact same spot. I decided to take the other long way around the block.
As I continued along the passing road, just as I was inches away from being out of sight (via the corner house's side fence) one of the bloody dogs spots me and round two was freaking on. I must have been like, 150ft away, seriously. Just as I got out of sight by the fence I bolted for a short distance, and as I turned around to see if I'm about to have my arse chewed off I saw the dog come around that fence with such speed that when he stopped to look for me, he actually slid for a distance on the grass. I tried hiding with mime-like stillness, hoping maybe they see like a T-Rex, but it was uneffective.
Although fortunately this time I had a canvas shopping bag which proved useful for keeping some distance between me and the walking jaws. It barked, growled and snapped at me as I walked almost the entire length of the street backwards, another 150ft or so, before it started to check behind it between barks. I guess it was looking for the other dog, which didn't give chase. Each time I got a little further away and tried to turn around to hurry off, it would come closer. Eventually it did run back into the dirt road, having exceeded its maximum range for annoyance. By now I was directly in front of my friend Steve's place so that's where I went. We watched Austin Powers and drank tea. It was good.
P.S.
Police were called. The dogs were dobermans according to them. I don't know was done about them, but Steve and I drove back down the road later on and they weren't there. He reckoned the dogs may have been left there to guard the construction area. Sorry everyone that was hoping I got mauled and/or something involving spiders.
Mid way along this road is a construction site where a garage is being rebuit. The old one was a thousand years old and decrepit and finally torn down some months ago.
I made my way across the road onto the footpath in front of the expensive homes, heading towards the construction some 100ft ahead. I see two dogs not familiar to the neighbourhood, but it's not uncommon to see dogs wandering the streets.
One spots me and I see its ears and tail shoot up and it starts coming towards me. Isn't this a friendly dog, I think to myself. Then it starts hauling *** at me, growling. It gets right up on me and I jump back, quite narrowly avoiding having my leg bitten, and it growls, barks and snaps at me. Then I notice the other one is darting towards me.
Ever so conveniently those fancy pants rich folk homes have their garden raised a whole five feet from the footpath with a wooden wall along the edge. I jumped up the wall into a roll and hurrily tried to get back to my feet, expecting flying dogs to be making a pass at my face. Thankfully, the dogs weren't much in a jumping mood and stood up as high as they could along the wall, barking at me. Luckily for me, some kids at the other end of the road were passing by on their skateboards and shouted some crack at me, no doubt amused by my predicament. The dogs heard this and decided there was a better meal to be had and went after them.
"**** this," I thought and jumped off the garden and took off in the other direction. I went the long way around the block to the supermarket.
(the supermarket was boring. although i stepped in someones pee.)
On my way home I took a slightly different approach, but still in the general direction of the dirt road where these dogs were. I suppose I expected them to have wandered to another street.
I approached along the road crossing the top of the dusty road at a T, on the farthest side, and cautiously peered into the street. The dogs were still there, exact same spot. I decided to take the other long way around the block.
As I continued along the passing road, just as I was inches away from being out of sight (via the corner house's side fence) one of the bloody dogs spots me and round two was freaking on. I must have been like, 150ft away, seriously. Just as I got out of sight by the fence I bolted for a short distance, and as I turned around to see if I'm about to have my arse chewed off I saw the dog come around that fence with such speed that when he stopped to look for me, he actually slid for a distance on the grass. I tried hiding with mime-like stillness, hoping maybe they see like a T-Rex, but it was uneffective.
Although fortunately this time I had a canvas shopping bag which proved useful for keeping some distance between me and the walking jaws. It barked, growled and snapped at me as I walked almost the entire length of the street backwards, another 150ft or so, before it started to check behind it between barks. I guess it was looking for the other dog, which didn't give chase. Each time I got a little further away and tried to turn around to hurry off, it would come closer. Eventually it did run back into the dirt road, having exceeded its maximum range for annoyance. By now I was directly in front of my friend Steve's place so that's where I went. We watched Austin Powers and drank tea. It was good.
P.S.
Police were called. The dogs were dobermans according to them. I don't know was done about them, but Steve and I drove back down the road later on and they weren't there. He reckoned the dogs may have been left there to guard the construction area. Sorry everyone that was hoping I got mauled and/or something involving spiders.