|I wonder how postal workers on bikes deal with canines. Photo credit: FUN Online|
An incident occurred in the South when we crossed the country in the 80s. I was following my husband when a golden retriever silently dove for his bike, but instead of aiming for flesh the animal chomped onto his rear pannier, pulling him to a halt. By the time my husband whipped out his bike pump the dog sped away. It's almost like the dog was toying with us. Or a canine buddy played Truth or Dare. It was hilarious in hindsight, considering the normal friendliness of the breed.
|Photo credit: FUN Online|
Did you know the Germans made gunpowder-filled anti-dog grenades? How I would love a stockpile of those gems.
Sometimes I miss the old style, but ever so practical frame pump. It was great for handy defense; pull and swing. Undercut the bugger. Listen for the whimper. Despite the efficiency of my Topeak mini-pump, it falls short in the dog management department.
What kind of dog versus bike stories do you have?