I was walking to my house last night, about 9pm. Not many people around. On the corner this guy is training his dog. I don't know maybe he is teaching it right from left. It has nothing to do with me. It is a little dog, maybe a puppy or a puddle. Whatever.
There is no leash in sight.
I give the guy and his dog a much space as possible. I just want to get home.
As I turn the corner the dog jumps on my leg.
I shuck it off and the guy grabbed it and apologized.
What the Fuck. How did I know that thing was not gonna bit me.
If I woulda kicked it, I would have been the bad guy.
Can't this guy find some private place or go to off leach or something.
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