I’ve never been chased by a dog, on foot, but I have been chased on my bike. I remember thinking there was no way the dog was gonna catch me. I was wrong. I’m no Lance Armstrong, but I totally recall pushing hard to get away, and not being able to distance myself. Yelling at the dog to leave me alone didn’t work either–probably because of adrenaline and lack of English speaking skills (I’m referring to the dog, not myself. 🙂 ) Long story short, the owner came out and called off Cujo, right before impact. And, I’m a happier person for it. 🙂
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