Commuting - Nice doggy

So I’m just riding along minding my own business. I’m about halfway through my commute. All is well. I’m on a narrow two lane road with no shoulder and woods all the way up to the edge of the road. A pickup passes too close for comfort. Hey, it happens right. I don’t get upset and just keep climbing the hill. I pedal over the hill and down to the intersection with a major road. The pickup is at the red light and it’s shaking like Tina Turner at the Apollo. Death metal is blaring out of the windows; there are skin head stickers on the truck and two skinheads in the cab. Most interesting of all is the large Rottweiler also in the cab. The Rottweiler is freaking out and trying to get out of the truck to have me for breakfast. I quickly survey the situation. It does not look good. I try to look like someone who does not need his butt kicked at 7:30 in the morning. This is hard to do in bike shorts and a yellow jacket. Just as I am expecting to hear the click of the truck door opening they floor it and fishtail through the intersection on the red. I remember thinking “That went better than expected” as a smile came across my face. I pedal on.

CD

Hmmmm... I think I saw that movie :lol: Just kidding, that must have been a little unerving though. I'm glad it worked out for the good for you.

The pickup is at the red light and it’s shaking like Tina Turner at the Apollo.
Picturesque!

:beer:

I used to be a security guard and one day I was checking a car lot with an unlocked gate. Went in, looked around, everything seemed OK. Turned to leave and discovered there were three Rottweilers between me and the way out. Scared the crap out of me. The Rot's had a great sense of humor about the whole thing and let me out.

I do recall saying,"Nice doggy," and deciding that the car lot was VERY secure.

Dang!

Tell-ya-what...

I'll take the UNIBOMBER and the Montana Freemen any day compared to a lot of the psychos many of ya'll have to face elsewhere!

Montana, the last best place.. (to hide, that is)

I have a 120lb Male Rottie, wags his tail at the Fed-Ex guy *Sigh* LOL

I seem to remember an old joke about different breeds of guard dogs:

The dog has you (the intruder) cornered. There's a big stick lying on the ground. You grab the stick.

- a Doberman attacks when you grab the stick
- a German Shepherd attacks when you lift the stick above your head to hit the dog
- a Rottweiler shakes his head after you hit it repeatedly and asks, "Who Dat?"

--J

Poor rottie. He wasn't trying to get you, just get away from the awlful noise. -;)

LOL too true!

Very sweet dog, but not much of a guard. I can't understand how they got such a ferocious image. I knew a guy with a Giant Schnauzer, now there is a bad tempered pup!

For some reason our mailman is scared to death of my 2 hunting dogs, won't even get out of his truck with a package if they're around. He just honks & makes me come out to him. They just sit there watching

Its probably the .308's they are carrying that puts him off :)

I carried mail for 4 weeks about 15 years ago. You can not believe how many dogs want you for a meal. It can be dangerous to cycle past a dog defending their homestead. BUT, to actually touch the house and place mail in the mailbox or in the slot in the door----that is a declaration for battle. The little doggies and the quiet dogs are the most dangerous.

My friend, the ex-postman, said cats can be nasty too. They will learn your schedule and wait patiently by the slot in the door. Once you place the mail in the slot the cat springs both front paws out, clawing furiously at your arms. They seem to think it's a thrilling game.

--J

Barking dogs never really bother me, I think when they bark they are announcing their prescence and how they want you to react. It's the quiet one or the low deep slow growl that sends a shiver.

L8R

Last week as I was riding to the RMV (that's MA's DMV - its the Registry of, not the Department of -- figures) - it happened to be the day of the Superbowl parade. That's not the story- or the comment, the comment is this: I was riding down Hampshire St. I believe and pedaled up next to this woman on her mamacharlie and she had a messenger bag slung over her back and out popped a little head of a little maltese-like pup - IT WAS FANTASTIC, he looked at me and just cocked his head a bit. I turned and said that was the best thing I'd seen in weeks. I meant to ask if she had to train her from a puppy to do that or if she just dug riding in the bag with the wind at his face.

though, I was riding into the Wendell woods in Western MA once and three dogs came chasing after me - I was going steep uphill on a single speed... and to get home, I had to go past them again... NERVE-RACKING... luckily on the way home I could go downhill and the biggest dog's trajectory was off - it tried to cut me off at the pass but ended up coming out behind me - gave chase for a bit, but gave up.