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Oct. 21st, 2002 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chaobellWell, that was an eventful trip home.
Most of the ride was spent dodging puddles
After stopping at Kinko's to copy doll patterns out of books Mom lent me, I proceeded homeward. About a block from home, a very large black puppy started loping toward me. It was one of those dogs where you just know he's friendly. You know how sometimes you see a dog coming at you and know he wants to rip your throat out just for the hell of it? This was the exact opposite. From across the street, I could tell he meant no harm.
He came right up to me while I waited to cross the street and sniffed my foot.
Next thing I knew, he was trying to climb up on the bike to lick my face.
Okay, no. No. First, it was wet and muddy out, which meant that the dog was wet and muddy. Which meant I was wet and muddy in very short order. No. C'mon, boy, get down. Get down. Please. I beg you. No, no, don't lick my neck. Don't lick my neck! Noooo!
I soon found out that this dog and my dad's gargantuan Shar-Pei have something in common.
They both like to lick. Like, a lot. So now, I was wet, muddy, and covered in dog drool.
And then I found out something else this dog and Chief have in common. This puppy turned out to be what my stepmom refers to as a Laughing Dog. If you attempt to push them away while they're licking, they'll just wriggle out of your grasp and lick more. And if, God forbid, you laugh while they're licking, you've had it. Laughing Dogs go nuts over laughing people, and no amount of pushing, evasive action, or "NO!"-ing will make them stop licking you.
I laughed. I couldn't help it.
Five minutes later, I finally get the dog off me and start across the street. The dog chases me. I slow down, as he's gotten right in front of my front tire.
The dog then sank his teeth into my front tire. So now, not only am I a licking target, I'm riding a giant chew toy. Great.
I tried to pull the bike away. The dog growled playfully and pulled back. I stopped pulling, as I was afraid I was going to end up with a flat. I reached down. The dog licked my hand thoroughly...then went back to gnawing on my tire.
Finally, a guy stopped to render aid. "I take it that's not your dog," he said, obviously trying very hard not to laugh. He whistled. The dog went to him and started licking him instead. Now I had a chance to look around...and saw that I had attracted quite an audience. Three cars were lined up at the stop sign, with all of their occupants howling laughter at me and the dog.
The dog went for the bike again. The guy whistled again. The dog forgot about the bike long enough to let me escape.
Needless to say, I got some really weird looks from the cats when I got home.
Most of the ride was spent dodging puddles
After stopping at Kinko's to copy doll patterns out of books Mom lent me, I proceeded homeward. About a block from home, a very large black puppy started loping toward me. It was one of those dogs where you just know he's friendly. You know how sometimes you see a dog coming at you and know he wants to rip your throat out just for the hell of it? This was the exact opposite. From across the street, I could tell he meant no harm.
He came right up to me while I waited to cross the street and sniffed my foot.
Next thing I knew, he was trying to climb up on the bike to lick my face.
Okay, no. No. First, it was wet and muddy out, which meant that the dog was wet and muddy. Which meant I was wet and muddy in very short order. No. C'mon, boy, get down. Get down. Please. I beg you. No, no, don't lick my neck. Don't lick my neck! Noooo!
I soon found out that this dog and my dad's gargantuan Shar-Pei have something in common.
They both like to lick. Like, a lot. So now, I was wet, muddy, and covered in dog drool.
And then I found out something else this dog and Chief have in common. This puppy turned out to be what my stepmom refers to as a Laughing Dog. If you attempt to push them away while they're licking, they'll just wriggle out of your grasp and lick more. And if, God forbid, you laugh while they're licking, you've had it. Laughing Dogs go nuts over laughing people, and no amount of pushing, evasive action, or "NO!"-ing will make them stop licking you.
I laughed. I couldn't help it.
Five minutes later, I finally get the dog off me and start across the street. The dog chases me. I slow down, as he's gotten right in front of my front tire.
The dog then sank his teeth into my front tire. So now, not only am I a licking target, I'm riding a giant chew toy. Great.
I tried to pull the bike away. The dog growled playfully and pulled back. I stopped pulling, as I was afraid I was going to end up with a flat. I reached down. The dog licked my hand thoroughly...then went back to gnawing on my tire.
Finally, a guy stopped to render aid. "I take it that's not your dog," he said, obviously trying very hard not to laugh. He whistled. The dog went to him and started licking him instead. Now I had a chance to look around...and saw that I had attracted quite an audience. Three cars were lined up at the stop sign, with all of their occupants howling laughter at me and the dog.
The dog went for the bike again. The guy whistled again. The dog forgot about the bike long enough to let me escape.
Needless to say, I got some really weird looks from the cats when I got home.
