Nice doggy: Page three
As I stumbled towards the farmhouse I began to make out details. I discovered that the light came from the outside of an old, run down two-car garage, complete with peeling paint. It was a bright fluorescent type of light that lit up the front of the garage and part of the large, shabby looking house to the left of it. I think the house and garage were either gray or some rotten lime-green color, hard to tell in that light. There were no other lights on anywhere in sight, nor were any cars present. It looked to me like nobody was home. Hell, if it weren't for the light I would have swore nobody even lived there.
I had decided to keep walking, the banjo music from that movie 'Deliverance' had popped into my mind. As I turned to start walking again something caught my eye and froze me to the spot. On the right side of the garage a large German Sheppard had poked its head around the corner and was looking right at me. Despite the fact that the house and garage sat a good twenty five yards off of the road I could clearly hear the sound of that big dog growling at me. I immediately began thinking 'please let that dog be chained up…. PLEASE let that dog be chained up'. I started to slowly backpeddle along the road in the direction I had been going, my eyes never leaving the dog. I had no more than taken two steps when that big ol' dog began to charge me. I looked around with wild eyes for something, ANYTHING to help me out. A tree to climb, a building I may have missed, a shotgun laying in the middle of the road, a big and juicy steak to distract it, ANYTHING. Unfortunately for me, there was not a single thing to help. So what did I do? I did what any good person would have done in that situation. I froze.
Gaping in horror, beer shaking and spilling in my hand, bowels threatening to let loose at any moment, I stood my ground and watched as the dog torpedoed towards me. What REALLY scared me to the point of almost soiling myself was the fact that as it ran towards me it didn't even bark… it only kept up that ugly growling noise. So there I stood, in the middle of that country road in the middle of nowhere, during the middle of the night, thinking about how much easier things would be if the folks who owned the property were cat people.
The dog ran right up to me and just when I thought it was going to spring at me it stopped. I could hear the scrip scrip sound of its claws on the pavement as it began doing something even MORE disturbing. It began to slowly circle me the way a shark circles its prey in the water, growling the whole time. I couldn't run, it was a German Sheppard for crying out loud. I thought about kicking at it, but since I am only 5' 9" and it was a BIG dog, I reckoned that would only make matters more complicated. There was no place to hide either… my plan to walk home was beginning to seem like a poor decision at that point. So what to do, what to do?
-John Alexander (aka SirJohn)
