My delicious, meaty shank
My latest scheme to not get any fatter is to ride a bike. Dogs think this is a terrible idea.
Normally I wouldn’t give two rips about the opinion of some mangy cur, but I live out in the country — in official parlance, an unincorporated area of western Gregg County — where dogs rule the road. They’re no fans of pedestrians, and they really hate guys on bikes.
Case in point: Maybe three minutes into my ride the other day, a pit bull terrier raced into the street, and he sank his teeth into my delicious, meaty shank.
The wound was deep. The blood was flowing. I threw down my kickstand, stormed through the owner’s yard and rang his doorbell.
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