2 Dog Incidents In A Row And I’m Losing The Will To Run
Had another dog incident. One was off the lead and ran at me and started headbutting my leg. Owner was standing there oblivious. Dog kept headbutting so I shouted “for fuck’s sake man!” at the owner and this made the dog even more excitable. Wasn’t thinking straight and was hoping this person was gonna get his hand out of his mangina and attempt to get doggo back to him.
Eventually, he did. Then a bit of a regrettable exchange ensued.
He asked me why I was so pissed off.
Wanted to ask him if he was fucking serious but instead, I started headbutting the lamp post next to me whilst making seal noises at him. He didn’t really know what was going on but I was on the verge of becoming violent and I can’t fight and I didn’t want to make matters worse so IF YOU CAN’T BEAT THE CUNT, COPY THE DOGGO AND HAPPY HAPPY HEADBUTTS.
There’s no reasoning with these people. I do not fit into this culture of loving doggos. I don’t love doggos. I want your doggo to be hit and destroyed with a septic trailer full of weaponized cat AIDS. If dogs were suddenly raptured to be with our Lord Jesus on Rainbow Bridge then I’d make a phone call to ISIS and ask them to do something fucking tasteful for once and to blow up that part of Rainbow Bridge and the University of Life along with it. I can finish the School of Hard Knocks on my own by just infecting it with my awful stinking coffee piss. It’s like someone has used caffeinated Anthrax as milk for Sugar Puffs.
Drained tonight. Got the run in. 6km. Just been unlucky the past 2 days. Could’ve been worse but the experiences have soured the thought of running now. I don’t want to deal with these fucktards anymore. I’ve no problem with friendly dogs, but the good dogs are never a fucking problem as their owners keep them close by. Just gotta keep calm. Gotta run during the day instead of at night as the darkness seems to embolden the hounds.
Tomorrow will be a better day. All I want to do is eat tonight.
I’ve got a sore head.