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Monday, 25 July 2011 03:00

By Bonnie Getreal

Into every life, a mutant demon dog must fall. Why is it every time I get attacked by a dog while out on my bike, I am riding up a hill, into the wind and completely gassed?

Thankfully, this dog wasn't like the last one- huge and fast- this was a pug nosed ankle biter that I imagined throwing like a football back into the yard. But still. My heart raced when I caught sight of it tearing across the grass, trying to gnaw me in crude protection of it's family; me, the grotesque intruder obviously intending to slaughter his beloveds. Such a good little dog. I'm sure they will miss him terribly..

Bursting through the door, I headed straight for bed, dripping sweat from head to toe, shins covered in dirt, a few bugs hanging on for dear life. So what that the sheets were made of an Egyptian cotton thread count of a million. Who cares that they were just washed. I had disaster on my mind!