Yikes! Reminds me of that thing that happened to me when I was a kid. My parents lived (still do actually) in a residential area. Small curvy streets with nice houses on both sides. Since only people who live there drove around, children were very often playing out on the street. So was I. Plus there was a big park on one side of that area, so kids spent most of their summer afternoons there.
Anyway, one evening, I was walking home and I passed by a house where I knew there was a rather mean dog. It was one of those small-ish white dogs full of hair, with really mean-looking teeth and a horrible barking sound. I knew he'd already bit some people in the neighbourhood, so I didn't like him at all.
I passed by the house, and the gates were open. Darn. The dog was out. Barking. At me. I ran. I ran SO fast, so very fast. Of course, the dog, seeing me running for my life, ran after me. Dogs feel it when you're scared of them. One of my neighbours was in his garden, and he was laughing his head off when I got into my parents' garden. Grumble grumble.
Anyway! Weekend's looking good here. Sure, it's the end of my mid-term break, but tonight I'm going to a party to celebrate a friend's 30th birthday, so it should be fun.
Hope everyone else is having a good time!
Kae
(who hopes she's back online for good now that the first part of the schoolyear is over and done with! - yes, yes, that includes writing fanfic... eventually)
