File under “WTF!?!”

So I was out rollerblading with Dexter on the bike path near our apartment, just like I do ever day, and came across a man walking a GSD (that’s German Shepherd Dog to those of you outside the dog world). I’d seen this dog once the day before, and he let out a nasty bark when we passed by but that was it. Today the dog started acting up bit as we were about to pass so the man took him aside to he grass and let us pass. We met up with them again going to other direction and he heard us coming from behind, so he moved over to give us room again. Just after we passed something happed, and I’m not sure exactly what. All I know is I ended up on my ass and the shepherd was off his leash on top of my dog. It was pretty scary, and I have to say the guy was a little less than competent in retrieving his dog and getting him off us. He first thought to ask me if I was ok. Granted an “are you ok” is expected after something like that, but stopping the dog at large should probably be the first order of business. Probably. Cowering on the ground trying to pull my dog back to me and staring at this dog not really knowing what he was going to do, I was a bit in shock and a feeble “help” was about all I could manage. The guy took a hint and got his dog, explaining “he got off his leash”. Trying my best to stay calm I just answered “I can see that”. At that point I just asked him to give us some space so I could get up and get away. A concerned passerby checked to see if we were alright as well. Thankfully the other dog didn’t really want to kill me or Dexter, and no one is badly hurt. He was just putting on a big show of snarling and barking and Dexter got slobbered on pretty good. I did land pretty hard and my right bum cheek will probably get bruised, my right shoulder and wrist hurt a bit (probably be stiff by morning) and I have the tiniest bit of road rash on my wrist. Could have been a lot worse.

This is the second time in a week that out of control dogs have caused me to wipe out on my blades. The other incident involved a dog on an extendo leash (I fucking hate those things!) that cut us off so I had no choice but to do a face dive into the grass or I would have clotheslined it. That dude actually chuckled a bit after I stood up and checked out to be alright. Granted it was a pretty good face plant, I felt one of my blades fly up and hit me in the back, and I’m sure it was hilarious. But he could have had the decency to wait till I was out of ear shot before he started laughing. Asshat.