In other news, I got attacked by a big German shepherd yesterday. As you know from my earlier post about dogs and cats, I adore both dogs and cats. Dogs don't scare me. I love dogs, actually. I don't misinterpret a dog jumping up on me to lick my face as an attack. No, I know that's playing. But when a dog pounces on your back and tries to knock you over and rip your flesh off, then that's definitely what, in my vocabulary, counts as an attack. I was especially angry because its bitch of an owner stood there laughing instead of the more acceptable reaction, which ought to have been to apologise profusely to me for her ill-bred, ill-trained, and ill-mannered dog. I may have called her a few names, but I don't think you can really judge me for that unless you've reacted more magnanimously after having been attacked by a monstrously big dog and then watched in dismay as its owner did nothing more than stand and laugh at your terror. Seriously, it was one of those "fuck Mongolia" moments.
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