Whee!

Whoo!

Hey birb.

Where you've been? Don't blame time zones cause that don't fly now!


Also; hi

Sleeping. Thinking about stuff, packing.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!

Weren't you going in like November?

I go to the US next week.

Ah, yes. That's it.


And you do use pennies there!

I don't, I use cards.

Got it!
SplatRBall Box.

Gun itself.

Nice!!

I wouldn't! Stay where you are!! BE HAPPY!

This morning's exercise-walk turned into an event, of sorts.

Phase one sees me walk to the far end of my dead-end street and return. Maybe three lots from the far end, all of a sudden, a large black dog came running straight toward me, barking/growling like mad. I reluctantly slowed to a stop. It reached me and began snapping.

A physical confrontation with the beast would not go well for me. I turned and slowly retreated back down the street, hoping this would satisfy the creature. It came at me again. I took off running, knowing every stride potentially damages my already decrepit knees. In any case, I'm not in my wildest dreams going to outrun a dog. What I did instead was hoof it just long enough to get a bit ahead, swiftly pivot and deliver a vicious kick.

My vicious kicks are too weak to harm a fly. The dog didn't know that. It stopped in its tracks and ceased barking. We faced off a few seconds. I turned and slowly walked back down the street. The dog immediately resumed its attack. I swiftly turned again. Rather than kick, I assumed a wrestling position, looking as if I was about to grapple with my adversary. At the same time, I fixed my face in a menacing expression. Not only did this halt the dog, but caused it to back a step. We faced off a while.

I eventually turned and began slowly walking down the street. It came at me again. I repeated my turn, grappling stance, menace routine. This produced the same effect. The dog and I enacted this routine another few times. The animal then either reached the end of what it considers its territory or simply tired of the game. Either way, it called off the attack.

Believe it or not, while I harbored a great many fears during all this, I was not at all 'afraid', except maybe at the very start.

But it ain't over yet. Not quite.

Phase two of my exercise-walk sees me walk up and down the length of a street two streets away. As I neared its far end, a cat came barreling across the street, ahead of me, as if its life depended on it. Close on its heels was that same dog, now accompanied by a companion. The brutes were too focused on their new target to bother with me. They kept on trucking until out of sight. Be that as it may, I feared they might give up the chase and seek slower prey, so turned where I was and headed back down the street.

That was the end of it. For today. Tomorrow? We shall see. Wait. We won't. I don't walk tomorrow due to forecast storms.

This post has been edited by Decrepit: Jun 1 2022, 02:32 PM

I'm visiting family and friends, I'll be coming back. Lol

Wow decrepit. That's awful.

Sorry to hear that, hope you didn't get to badly mauled.

Wow, glad you're okay, Decrepit! Perhaps Reaper will send you one of his nerf/water/pellet/etc collection to repel dogs when required.

Looks like fun!

I would suggest making use of that target though. Should be more fun aiming at something. You can easily make a stand like I have and put the target on there. Of course it doesn't have to look exactly like my contraption

Yawns