Today I almost got run over by a red dog.
Did I say red dog?? - Oops, my mistake, beg your pardon, 'course I was talking about one of these rat-dogs. You know, one of those little rats with these enourmous bark organs (in relation to their body size), secured with a rat leash... oops - sorry again - red leash.
A woman had just dropt out of a bus, carrying her rat... aehem... her little barking doggie in a red (!!) plastic shopping basket.
As the basket touched ground the rat sprang out, totally discomposed as usual for these little nuisances, not being aware what the hell was going on, disoriented as ever but brave as hell.
Of course, this little fur blot knew exactly that his basket carrier, in human terms called dog owner, was at the other end of that red self-confidence cable, sometimes also referred to as leash.
You get the picture... so this barker was now stampeding right into my direction.
However, I can report here that his attack bluff didn't work on me: As I showed no tendency of fleeing the doggie suddenly turned into another direction, pretending to always having had other intentions.
Well... can't fool me you little shit !!
Friday, February 25, 2005
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