I was jogging today - on a narrow path at the park, when a German Shepherd bit me.
Not hurt - although the little rat did his best!
The set up - on Saturdays I usually see this uncoordinated 40ish guy with a beautiful West German Highline type. Deep Red and Black. Real Pretty, about 80lbs.. The dog always seemed a bit jerky, dragging his person along. But they were never on the running path which is only wide enough for two people (one in either direction).
So Today, just as I started jogging and was on the path at the part where it circles a tennis court I notice the guy and this dog- about 100 feet away.
I thought, "that's weird...he must be a better dog than I guessed when I'd seen him previously. He must be reliable when very close to people. Otherwise why would his owner run him on such a narrow path where they'd constantly pass joggers".
For a split sec I considered leaving the path but, as always, I had trouble allowing myself to alter my jogging plan. (Sort of a compulsion to stick to the plan.) And I'm not afraid of dogs.
Anyway, the dopey guy was so involved with staring at his feet, that he didn't notice me! The dog is bad, but not stupid. I had already passed them, when he pivoted, and pulling his foolish owner for about 3 feet, lunged back at me and bit my rump! Hard.
I clocked him on the head, and he backed up. I reached for my hip - my hand ran through dog spittle.
My reaction? As you might imagine - fury. I kept control and start speaking aggressively but not wildly, and the stupid guy starts to come towards me head bent while his dog tries to jump me again.
I have to shout- "Hold him! Shorten his leash and hold him away from me - NOW!"
Then I friggin' lectured the guy. His head was bowed and he kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
But I was SURE he wasn't processing what I was saying. Which went something like this,
"I don't care how much you might have paid for that dog - but he's worthless if bites people when totally unprovoked. Why don't you know what your dog is like? Now you know...STAY off the path- there's tons of joggers and kids and the path is narrow. WHY DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS? Don't watch your feet while you jog with him! Be alert for heaven sakes, It's your job to know when he's going to do something bad BEFORE he does it!"
The guy was nodding and kept repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I gave him the thumbs up, and jogged off. (Sometimes I'm a weird guy.)
As I ran on, the people in the tennis courts (all of whom had watched my lecture) nodded and one or two called out to me- "That dog bit you?"
"Yeah," I responded, "Pretty hard actually, but didn't break skin."
"Where?" one guy called out.
Thinking it was a weird question, I nevertheless called back, "On the ass."
(He probably meant, "Where did it happen".)
I ran an hour and fifty minutes. Then I went shopping, went home, ate lunch, did yard work. When I took my shorts off to shower- I realized he HAD broken skin- through my clothes, leaving them unripped.
Oh well.




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