Dogs

http://youtube.com/watch?v=VwsA8Ml61Gs

Good post Sam - Sandy Casar, the FdeJ rider who crashed, HTFU'd and won the stage.

Back on topic - when I was a student in Dundee our club runs used to pass a house where the dog would go nuts every time we rode past. We used to jeer at it as we passed to wind it up further. One day we came past, started the jeering only to notice the gate was open. I swear the dog was grinning as he ran out into the road to chase us.

a couple of years ago a rather large dog decided it wanted a piece of me, which wasn't much fun. It was snapping at my heels and as I was riding off road and it was muddy I didn't exactly have much by the way of acceleration in my legs. It nearly sent me into a couple of trees but after a few failed swings I managed to kick it in the face at which point it luckily decided I wasn't that interesting after all.

I did a paper run for about 6 years... didn't have to deal with anything as serious as big ass rottweiler, but my approach was to fight fire with fire - if the dog ran at me, I showed my teeth, looked it in the eye and growled back louder and aimed for it. This tended to send most on their way.

If it still kept comming a really good boot under the jaw (in it's throat) tended to send it on it's way, or if I was wearing the right shoes I'd just ram my foot right in it's mouth (keeping the sharp bits away from my soft bits).

Soppiest dog on the whole run though was a great dane - about 4 times bigger than me. He's be waiting by the letter box most days to collect the newspaper. Owner said that the slobber and teeth marks made unreadable, but couldn't bear to ruin his pal's fun. Quite disturbing animal to have bounding at you with it's mouth wide open!

Sam http://youtube.com/watch?v=VwsA8Ml61Gs

why dont they tell us if the dog died or anything?????

big mummy smeear
why dont they tell us if the dog died or anything?????

Because we don't care?

never been chased by a dog on a bike, but...

I must have been seven maybe eight, got a new pair of rollerskates for xmas or birthday can't remember which, blue with a couple of yellow stripes and blue wheels, I think. Live in a block of flats in stockwell, back in the day the doors on the bottom were the old swinging gate style with a glass window in the upper half so you could see who was coming. So I'm downstairs rollerskating, trying to teach myself to turn right, because for some reason I can only turn left. So there's a white alsatian on my estate called sabre who has been trained to attack black people, downstairs minding my own business rollerskating when sabre comes barking out of his block and steaming over to me, I depart wobbliy, but swiftly towards my block of flats, but realise I've got to turn right to get to the door. Adrenalin and fear overcome lack of skill, make the right turn, and dive through the doors, thinking I've bloody made it (wasn't swearing at that point) and then get this huge wave of fear immediately after the surge of relief, because I remember the door swings both ways. sabre comes barrelling along and slams into the door and I'm precariously perched on the stops of me rollerskates, holding the door against sabre's weight as he barks and snarls on the other side of the glass. Don't know how long I hold the door for, but finally sabre gets bored, or gets called back by the owner and I can let the door go and get myself upstairs......

and that's why I don't like dogs. Don't really like cats either, but they've never chased me whilst I was on roller skates, so I give them the benefit of the doubt...

cornelius blackfoot ...So there's a white alsatian on my estate called sabre who has been trained to attack black people....

Wow. What a story, if I didn't know you I would not believe it. Sound like the stuff of legends. What happened to Sabre, did he not just "disappear" one day?

big mummy smeear [quote]Sam http://youtube.com/watch?v=VwsA8Ml61Gs

why dont they tell us if the dog died or anything?????[/quote]

From memory, no dogs were harmed during filming.

TheBrick(Tommy) [quote]cornelius blackfoot ...So there's a white alsatian on my estate called sabre who has been trained to attack black people....

Wow. What a story, if I didn't know you I would not believe it. Sound like the stuff of legends. What happened to Sabre, did he not just "disappear" one day?[/quote]

lol why would I make up a story like that, events on that day traumatized me, seriously!!
council estate so sabre and family just weren't there one day. which was a good thing. Never really enjoyed the rollerskates after that though...

quote why would I make up a story like that?
because your a fictional writer???? amongst other things :)

31t®um quote why would I make up a story like that?
because your a fictional writer???? amongst other things :)

that just means I can write the stories I have better is all. ;-P

cornelius blackfoot [quote]TheBrick(Tommy) [quote]cornelius blackfoot ...So there's a white alsatian on my estate called sabre who has been trained to attack black people....

Wow. What a story, if I didn't know you I would not believe it. Sound like the stuff of legends. What happened to Sabre, did he not just "disappear" one day?[/quote]

lol why would I make up a story like that, events on that day traumatized me, seriously!!
council estate so sabre and family just weren't there one day. which was a good thing. Never really enjoyed the rollerskates after that though...[/quote]

not surprised they traumatized you. I did not mean to imply you would make it up but you have to admit that a dog named sabre is a dog you could write stories about.

yes, yes, he was a big as a horse and teeth like, like, like.......elephant tusks, honest.

don't worry, personally I think sabre's a great name for an animal, any animal, if I liked dogs, or even cats, and had to name them I've always had a soft spot for bastard, can just see myself standing in the middle of clapham common, shouting, Bastard!Bastard!Come here Bastard!

;-)

I worked at dog kennels when i was about fifteen as a Sunday job and one day my friend brought in some acid, which we duly took, and in our wisdom then decided to find the most scary dog we could and befriend it and make it happy. It made sense at the time. It was this big ugly white alsation. We let the dog out and then kind of forgot about it - the kennels were ring fenced. My mate wandered off in a bit of a haze so we went to find him, I rugby tackled him and then the next thing I know I had a dog hanging off my shoulder. It didn't let go for ages. I was tripping with my friends telling me 'er er it's pretty bad' and then my mum had to come and pick me up and take me to the hospital. I couldn't say to her I was tripping so just kind of rode it out. I hate needles too. So I had a hole in my shoulder, had to have an injection and then sit with my mum pretending everything was normal. Was kind of happy when that day finished.

lol ^^^

that far surpasses my white alsatian story. tripping and injury, a nasty combination.

There is some Ray Winston movie where they torture some guy by making him take acid, shove loo brush up his ass, put a collar on him and make him bark and eat dog food. Can't remember it though.

it was "love, honour and obey" you mug!
fucking funny film, poor Perry (fat alan) has everything done to him.

Sorry Cornelius. I think I would rather have your one... Mine hurt.

but paul74, corny *made it up *.

The only way to stop a dog attack(if it's locked onto your arm/leg) is to stick your finger up its arse. FACT!

haha

Pistanator The only way to stop a dog attack(if it's locked onto your arm/leg) is to stick your finger up its arse. FACT!

Quoted from experience? :-o