walk trot (stupid $!#)*& dog) 48:54 [3] 3.05 mi (16:02 / mi)
shoes: Hoka Infinite
First time in long time dog got after me. I was about quarter mile into my walk...millionth time in 25.5 years of living here on that street...I walked by one driveway where someone was loading or unloading their SUV. Being the super friendly social guy that I am (not really) I even looked over to see if the guy might turn and see me and say hi. He didn't.
About half block later which would be about 45 seconds later I hear someone yell, "Rumble!" I didn't think anything of it until I heard it a second time. My brain began to formulate the thought I should go to General Quarters...all hands on deck when the pitter patter of a killer began to echo in my soon to be lifeless ears.
Some medium sized, half poodle-half Tasmanian Devil bared its teeth and began snapping at me...in the past I would have went ape-shit wild screaming and carrying on. I tried to keep my dignity just waving or flicking my hands enough and kinda huffing or some sort of breathy type noise. Gradually I got turned around and made contact with the guy. He should have been in a mad sprint down the hill to save me but he just stood there in the driveway still yelling out the dog's name...as I made eye contact I made a motion towards the dog as if the communicate, "Come get your F-ing dog." I know the guy just froze seeing his dog act like that but that was no comfort to me at that moment. Luckily the dog took off back for his owner.
I didn't scream any curses or call down fire from heaven I just walked on.