As of lately I was a little bit occupied with a couple of other things which is the reason why I happened to not use this blog for 4 months (and now I’m feeling bad).
I did receive a couple of mails and comments in which some of you were asking if I ok or in general still alive (your concern is very sweet- I appreciate it very much) – but as you can see: I am.
Very much actually.
The cause of my absence is of a quite happy origin (I will go into a little more detail in the next couple of days). But beside school – finally my last year -, work, friends and boyfriend (yes, this is new) I decided to change my entire plans for the future.
It’s working out pretty good.
But enough about that. I have been (repeatedly) told that my humor got (even) more sarcastic – which by no means that I am bitter ( I have been told this one, too). I have no reason to be bitter at all. Just wanted to drop a little warning here.
The main question that you guys might possibly have: Does anything interesting happen to that girl or should I better entertain myself doing something else than reading this.
The Answer: Hell, no. You better stay here.
Just a couple of hours ago I was attacked by a dog – If this isn’t interesting enough for you, I can’t think of anything else that floats your boat.
So I was just walking Rupert (my dog – a german shepherd mix, a little smaller than a real german shepherd) and we were just after passing the nursing home next door when that giant thing came running at us.
I turned around to see if it was running towards it’s owner (as it had no lead and it was running quite fast). Well, there was no one …
I looked back at the dog and watched it speeding up baring it’s teeth as it came closer. It looked at me and Rupert and started growling (I felt a little … let’s say puzzled, because just imagine that you’re taking your dog for a nice little walk, listening to some music and suddenly a giant, black dogs is running towards you without a particular reason … especially disturbing was the fact that it already came running around the corner and was aiming at us as if it had been given the briefing to tear us down.
For a split second Rupert clearly didn’t know what he should do and he backed away a little. The black giant reached us and immediately started to try to bite him, making a noise as if the firmament was breaking down in thunder. He bit Rupert (don’t worry, nothing happened, no blood, no scratches) and tried to drag him away from me.
Thinking back I guess that it might have been slightly stupid but I pushed the black dog away and grabbed Rupert to shove him aside. I was standing right between them and the black one came closer to bite me instead. I don’t know why but instead of backing away I stepped closer to it and growled at it (it must be said that it was a damn fine proper growl …). Its eyes widened and it flinched. Still growling it came closer again and I just kept coming closer too (still growling).
And all of a sudden it turned around and ran off.
I looked at Rupert and I swear to God, if he was able to talk he would have said what the hell?!
I then noticed a lady from the nursing home staring at me with big eyes. “Are you alright?” (Her face was priceless – as if I was some kind of alien.)
I gave her a big smile. “Never felt better”. And then Rupert and I continued our walk.
To be honest – after you read this you might get the impression that I’m making this up – Ladies and gentlemen, I shit you not. It really happened.
I do speak the language of wild, black and giant dogs that run around in my town. Bazinga.