I got Cujo'd

I first posted a summary of this story in the comments section of The Loose Moose.  She graciously replied and I finally decided to create my own running blog.  So here goes my first real post, hope it doesn't bore you....

This past Wednesday, which is actually my anniversary to my better half (MBH), I went for my early morning run around the neighborhood.  I have a nice 3 mile loop, with a couple of pretty hard hills, that I like to run.  Within the 3 mile loop, there are about a dozen dogs.  None of them in a fence or on a chain, just running around.  I have been running this loop off and on for the last 4 years.  Most of the dogs barely even acknowledge my existence anymore, execpt 3. 

1. Dog #1, aka fucking retard dog, ALWAYS comes running out at me barking like I am trying to steal his food.  A very aggressive dog that I fucking hate


2. Dog #2, aka pretty sweet pit bull, an older dog that usually comes out to say hi, occasionally trying to get me to pet her


3. Dog #3, now known as Cujo, usually barks like the dickens but generally doesn't come within 10 feet of me

So, I am doing my run thing and at about the 1.5 mile mark (where Dog #2 and Cujo live across the street from each other) I hear Dog #2 and Cujo to my right.  Cujo comes running out like he is going back to his house (like he has done numerous times before).  Unlike his normal routine, this time Cujo decides to BITE MY LEG.  He bit me just below the left knee and then runs off. 

My first reaction is WTF???? The next sequence of events went as follows:

1. I stop my watch.  I am not going to let Cujo attacking me mess up my time.


2. Have the following conversation with Cujo:
   
   
   
   1. Me: You fucking bit me you god forsacken mutt!!!
   
   
   2. Cujo: Bark
   
   
   3. Me: What in the ever living crap are you doing?  If you hadn't just bitten my leg I would chase down your sorry ass and beat it!!!
   
   
   4. Cujo: Bark
   
   
   5. Me: Fuck you! 
   
   
   6. Cujo: Bark
   
   
   
   


3. Neighbor from across the street comes out to see what I am yelling about and to see if it was Dog #2 that bit me.  He helped me get cleaned up since I had blood running down my leg.


4. Finished run

I ended up bleeding thru 4 bandaides before I finally went to see a Doctor that morning.  Doc gave me some anti-biotics and bandaged me up.

I found out yesterday that the dog was a "drop off" dog that my wife's uncle's brother-in-law had taken in.  Finding dogs in your yard is one of the things that happens when you live in BFE (bum fuck egypt).

The doctor recommended that I not run for a few days, so I have been a good boy and listened to him.  I will be running tomorrow morning, but I am probably going to try a new route that does not include so many dogs.