Know Your Spices!
(A Knuckle Sandwich)
I've been taking a daily walk to get my cardiovascular system running better. That appears to be working, especially since my walk is up to the top of Mt. Bonghwa and down again.
But one ought to take precautions. Let others know your whereabouts. You cannot, of course, really get lost on a big hill. If in doubt, go up.
One more thing.
Always carry pepper spray. The women with their little toy dogs are out and about, and they can be dangerous!
The dogs, I mean.
The day before yesterday, on Mt. Bonghwa, a little lapdog about half the size of a small chihuahua burst forth from under a bench where its kindly, elderly, female owner was seated, quickly achieved lift-off, and a split-second later landed on my right calf, where it attached itself by its sharp teeth to my lower right leg and hung there like a second appendage.
Briefly. Very briefly. But painfully.
Pepper spray would been a perfect revenge. That's why I told all of you up above: "
Always carry pepper spray!"
I didn't follow my own advice, and I am now a sadder but wiser man . . .
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