#95 – Tether

One of the scariest things I had to deal with when I was a kid was dogs. In the warm months I would walk to and from school. Occasionally the timing of those walks would intersect with a dog that was extremely put out by my proximity to his nose. The furiously barking dogs were scary but the silent ones were the worst. They would already be halfway across the yard by the time the movement registered in my peripheral vision. My brain would frantically search for evidence of some sort of leash and then it would look at the ground near my feet for a worn down patch that signaled how far that leash reached. Hopefully that worn spot was between me and the dog. Now all there was to do was hold my breath and hope that this wasn’t that final lunge that broke through that flimsy looking collar.

Today’s Biff gets it up.

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3 thoughts on “#95 – Tether”

  1. Library Lady says:

    My mother tells the story of the 2 year old me that she took 3 flights downstairs to go to the park and then ran back up to get something – without me. And I wandered across the street to the big yard with the “horseies”. When Mom gets back she finds me sitting in the yard among 6 or 7 fawn colored Great Danes. I had walked through wrought iron fence and sat down. The dogs didn’t bother me. Mom they growled at and threatened until the owner finally heard her screaming for help and came out and gave me back. To this day, many decades later, I love dogs still especially big ones, Mom not so much.

  2. Momorikku says:

    That sounds a lot like what happened to me a few weeks ago. I was walking to school on my usual toute and I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings. I hear a single warning bark from this massive Rottweiler (about twice my size) infromt of a house that hadidn’t have a fence. Or a leash for the dog. Apparently, I didn’t move far enough fast enough, because this thing charges at me. As I said, no fence, no leash. I have two thoughst at the same time. “This thing’s gonna rip my throat out…” and “HolycrapI’mgonnadie!” I react without thinking.
    Right before it gets to me, I yell “NO!” like I do when my own dogs are misbehaving, only add about three decibels. This massive dog that seemed so intent on eating me suddenly started to backpedal and it stopped right before it got to me. It sat and started whining like “I’m sorry… I’m not a bad dog, honest.” I made it to school in one piece and promptly passed out from the residual adrenaline rush.

  3. Enya W says:

    You’d think Superman could have thought a little farther ahead when he set up Krypto’s dog house.

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