And here I was thinking this moment would come on my motorbike, a dodgy train to nowhere, or a dark alley in the Balkans or something... but no, the moment arrived today in a pretty park in Prague as a crazed wild beast posing as a dog came thundering toward me like a starving rabid wolf on a mission of death, gums well on display, nostrils flared, and big, healthy, hungry teeth dripping with anger.
Obviously I used my best Crocodile Dundee tricks and overpowered the beast with a flick of the wrist, a wriggle of my index and pinky fingers, and an added flare of reactionary yelling, and girly scream dance moves until it retreated to its owner.
I used to never be scared of dogs.. and I guess I'm still not... I think I am more scared of becoming the guy that does the girly scream dance... i never want to be that guy again.
1 comment:
Well done! We've encountered a couple scary dogs on the road. The best thing to do is scream and run, I think.
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