Well I finally did it today - and I'm ashamed to say that I did rather enjoy it.
You see, for the past few weeks some muppet that works in the local car hire yard has brought a little dog to work, every day. It’s quite an old dog. A hairy terrier of sorts I think. Now I've remained calm about the fact it shits all over place. I even find it mildly amusing when it takes to lying down in the middle of the car park and refusing to move when you get near it in a car. The little shit just lies there. You have to get out of the car and virtually push the thing out of the way. The rest of the time it just lies around, in bushes or doorways normally.
But he's a little dog - the kind that always, always decides to chase you while you're riding your bike. Little jaws snapping at the bikes tyres and your feet. Bastards.
Anyhoo - today was the last straw. After 3 days on the trot dodging the little bastard as he snapped at either myself or the bike, or slamming my brakes on so that I don’t snap the little bstard in half, I snuck out of the office, looking out of the window to see if he was around. He wasn't. So I quickly got my stuff together, and went outside to mount the BiffBird. I started her up, rolled backwards and just as I was beginning to take off the little bastard came shooting around the corner straight at me. We headed on a collision course. It was him or me. Just as we met he dived to avoid a direct hit and went to snap at my heels. With an instinctive reflex my foot shot out, at speed. I really wanted to kick this little bastard. And I did. And he landed between 8-10 metres away. I launched the little bastard clean into the air. He yelped when my boot struck his head. He yelped when he landed, and then he yelped several time in quick succession . And I felt bloody good about it to.
I still do.
I love dogs. I don't really dislike this dog.
Sorry. But you had it coming.
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