A short dialogue this evening between me and a woman I met this evening while out on my cyclocross bike.
She was the owner of a yappy mutt - the kind of aggressive little beast with delusions of grandeur. (The dog, not the woman!
) Its whiny little bark was worse than its bite, but only because it was a very annoying yappy bark, and because I got my leg out of its way before it could give me the bite!
Woman with yappy mutt:
It's ok - he doesn't bite!
ColinJ:
He is certainly trying to, madam!
Woman:
He doesn't like cyclists.
ColinJ:
Yes, I noticed that ... [Thinking:
So, any chance of grabbing hold of the yappy little f**ker then!]
Woman:
Careful, you almost ran him over!
ColinJ:
I am riding extremely slowly and he ran out directly in front of me. [Thinking:
So, any chance of grabbing hold of the yappy little f**ker then!]
Woman:
Careful, you almost trod on him!
ColinJ:
That would be because I am toppling sideways having had to stop dead to avoid running him over! [Thinking:
So, any chance of grabbing hold of the yappy little f**ker then!]
Woman:
Leave the man alone, darling!
ColinJ: [Thinking:
Oh, FFS - it is about the size of a bag of sugar - PICK IT UP!]
Woman:
He isn't listening to me!
ColinJ:
Neither am I! [Accelerates away with yappy mutt declaring victory behind me ...]
Who ever thought it was a good idea to breed yappy mutts like that? I like dogs, but those creatures are just plain annoying! They don't play games, are not affectionate, are stupid, noisy and demanding. The only good thing about them is that they must be cheap to feed ...