Fat Chance

I’m so glad I waited until I had nine minutes left on W9D3 of my second round of C25K to hurt myself.

Remember the asshole on a bike who yelled at Rusty and I?

Remember how he was going to then be a patronizing asshole and tell me (every fucking time he saw me) that Rusty was doing “so much better?”

Well, now it turns out he has a dog.

And Rusty and I were out running, and a truck was passing us on our left. We wouldn’t have been on the right side of the road, except that we were coming up to a turn and I always move to the right side of the road when there’s a turn because I have no idea if someone is going to come flying around the corner and slam into me or not.

Anyway, we’re moving over onto the grass and I happen to glance behind me for a quick second and there’s the fucking asshole on a bike, dragging his dog along with him. He came within three inches of Rusty and I, and scared the ever-loving shit out of  both of us. Rusty, of course, responds by barking his head off and lunging forward - toward the asshole and the truck passing us. So I immediately pivot around and pull him back - somehow managing to pull something in my foot.

And the asshole on the bike just kept on going.

If you ride a bike, or run, or walk, or spend any amount of time outside where you’re going to be interacting with other people who are biking, running, or walking, then you should know that if you’re coming up behind someone YOU FUCKING TELL THEM THAT YOU’RE BEHIND THEM. So shit like this doesn’t happen.

Come to think of it - the first time this guy scared the crap out of us and Rusty barked was because he came up from behind with no warning.

I don’t care how noisy your bike is. When it’s windy, and I’m running, and I’m paying attention to the road in front of me, car sounds behind me, and my dog - I’m not going to fucking hear you.

It’s just common fucking courtesy.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who thinks this.

I dropped Rusty off at Petco to get a bath.

Now my house is super quiet.

Man, one little dog sure makes a lot of noise.

I know I could give him a bath myself, but the last time I attempted that I ended up with scratched arms, a scratched enamel tub, water everywhere, and wet dog smell on every surface that Rusty felt the need to rub himself against for the next two hours.

Don’t even get me started on trying to trim his nails.

Apparently he is a perfect angel at Petco when he gets a bath. They love him there.

I’m trying not to take it personally.