As for the giant brown pony-dog who attacked me on the right — I am not scared of dogs. He just surprised me because he didn't bark before he lunged. But I heard the gravel flying. And my message to that yappy little black dog who seriously threatened my shoe...sorry about your jaw, dude. It was reflex.
Fourteen miles under my tires. I rolled into the parking lot at work. A fitter, sweatier person.
How was I gonna get home?
Theresa Timmons' column appears every first and third Sunday. She is an Elwood resident and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.