Of course, the dog, seeing me running for my life, ran after me. Dogs feel it when you're scared of them.
It doesn't even have to be that. Dogs are predators. It's pure instinct and reflex with them to chase something that runs from them, just like their prey does in the wild.
As for your neighbour laughing - know what I'd have done to the git.
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Why is it people find someone being afraid of something amusing? It's like if you're afraid of spiders and you ask someone to get rid of one for you. Almost without fail their response will be, "That? It's
tiny?" Yeah, well, gee, that makes me feel so much better. Everyone's afraid of something and they wouldn't like someone laughing at them if they show fear at their phobia. I usually make a point of finding out what someone who says that is afraid of then do the same to them next time they exhibit it. "Come
on! For pity's sake, it's only 20 flights up. Geez!"
I'm not generally afraid of strange dogs, although being wary of some is no bad thing. And it's certainly no fun being confronted by one if you are a little anxious about them.
I was once walking home from school through some woods when two dogs came ambling towards me. I have no idea why the larger of them attacked - perhaps the other dog was a bitch and in season and the attacker a male who felt threatened. Or maybe he was just a mean one.
Anyway, next thing I knew he was leaping for my throat, snarling. I somehow instinctively managed to get my schoolbag up between my chest and it and just whacked it a few times until it changed its mind and ran off.
Like I say, not scared of them - but it was still an unpleasant experience that left me shaky for a bit.
I'd have run like the blazes, too, Jen if I was scared of strange dogs. It's no laughing matter! {{{{{hugs}}}}
Last night (why do these things always happen at night?) a tooth that's waiting to have a crown fitted suddenly decided to erupt into deep, throbbing pain. So, this morning, I phone my dentist. The nice receptionist says he doesn't work on Fridays.
Oh, Yvonne, I so sympathise and know what you're going through. As you know, I had to wait five weeks for an appointment with a dental specialist to remove a troublesome tooth, lately, and the final two were hellish as it flared up again.
And then, just when I thought it was over - I got the tooth out and the specialist was marvellous. Quick and painless - I've just spent the last week and a half in more pain because of complications. (Turned out as the gum healed around the socket it exposed a little ridge of bone poking through the gum and then some infection got into the socket itself.). So was back yesterday. He had to grind down the exposed bone (still painless, I should add!) and put an antiseptic dressing on the socket. I am ecstatic to say that FINALLY!! today I woke up pain free and feeling mentally bright enough to at last get through the backlog of stuff that's been created meantime.
I was given antibiotics initially by my dentist and I have to say that they did work very fast, definitely made a dent in the pain long before 48 hours, so here's crossing my fingers that the same applies to you, Y. It's a miserable condition I wouldn't wish on anyone. {{{{{{hugs}}}}}}
I'm amazed that your own dentist apparently has no provision to fit emergency patients into their schedule. That's ludicrous! Even for the state of our NHS dentist system these days, that's pretty poor service. :p
And along with toothache always coming on at night - why does it always come on at the weekend, too, so you have to wait days to get it seen to? Is it a law of nature or something?
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