I don't think dogs like joggers ... This spring has taken a long time to arrive. Early mornings have been cool and or wet down to freezing temps right down to the end of March and having to get on my bike every morning at six for an hour's ride to the workplace was always a challenge during all of winter. But once on my bike I simply knew that I would never, ever voluntarily swap this hour-long freedom and quality time with sitting in a car! Especially the ride back up the hill after slaving away all day long and getting rid of all the frustrations or rethinking the beautiful moments of the day before having to get back to my desk to prepare next day's classes was and is ever so rewarding. For Christmas I bought a new helmet with great lights and even a direction indicator. It was sent to me from the US and is called "Lumos". Spring has arrived:
- So now that April and the easter holidays are here, I simply have to relate a rather worrisome experience I had when going for my weekly run with a friend on a nice sunny Thursday afternoon.
- Coming around a bend the two of us were confronted by a growling dog of about 40 centimetres hight but - apart from a boxer-like attitude - indefinable race. The dog wore a collar but no leash. I tried to ward off the obviously aggressive dog and looked up to find its owner - that was the moment the dog took advantage of and bit my hand fairly deeply. The lady owner appeared from behind the bend and stared, shouting hysterically at me. "What have you done to my dog! You are mean, a mean person, I can see that! She's never bitten anyone before!"
- My friend and I were absolutely stunned!! Here I was, bleeding profusely and in shock - and she was accusing me of having provoked her dog!
- After some moments I asked the lady for her identification and she refused at first, saying she felt threatened by the two of us - and threatened us that she would call the police.
- "Ok," I said, "that suits me fine. Let's call the police." She stepped back, my friend took out his phone to take down her number and she attacked us again, obviously hysterical: "Are you taking photos? I won't have that!" "No, madame, nobody is taking photos, but please give us your name and number - I don't want to lose more time before I can run home and then see a doctor."
- Two hours later during which I had entered the emergency room at our local hospital and was made to wait for treatment the lady and her husband came into the waiting room and the man offered me money so I wouldn't go to the police! After being bitten and accused of having "provoked" the dog I did not at all feel like letting these two people get off so lightly. Imagine the dog had not bitten me but a child! In any case I was still too full of pain and adrenalin so I decided to put off a decision until the next day - and went to the police station in the morning.