One of my fears are dogs. I'm not sure why I am scared of dogs, but I imagine it's because I never really grew up with them. They growl, have sharp teeth and run very fast, so when you think about it, they can be bloody scary right?
I have been chased by dogs many times in my short life, and here I shall mention the two times which have really stuck in my mind.
I imagine I must have been about fifteen, I know I was still at school. It was my parents anniversary so I decided I'd bake them a cake. The cake actually turned out to be a disaster. It didn't turn out like sponge, but more like two halfs of a giant biscuit. I also ran out of icing so it simply said on it 'Happy Mum and Dad'.
In order to make this cake I needed some eggs, so I walked to the corner shop to buy some. Once I had the eggs I began the two minute walk home, however on the way I saw a group of young girls who can't have been more than ten. With them was a dog which must have been very young. It was some sort of small terrier, but this thing was smaller than a cat.
As always when passing dogs, I try not to look at them and ignore them. I figure that by doing this they'll be less tempted to attack me. However this dog was having none of that. It started to run straight for me, so I did what I always do when a dog runs towards me. I ran away! Holding the eggs and not wanting to drop them I ran down the street as a tiny little puppy chased me probably just wanting to play with me. The group of girls were in hysterics, I could hear them laughing as I ran for my life. One of which was trying to stop her dog chasing me probably not wanting to lose the dog.
I made it back home and closed the door behind me with the eggs safe and unbroken. I think that is the most embarassing time that a dog has chased me.
As the years went by I began to get slightly braver around dogs. I was growing older and knew that it was a bit fo a silly fear.
When I was in my early twenties, I often got some extra money around christmas time posting leaflets and spare binbags, my Mum would also do it so we'd go out together delivering them. It was damn hard work as there were thousands of houses I'd have to post to, and the weather was always freezing at that time of year.
There were many times dogs would start chewing the bags which I posted through the letter boxes, which did scare me a little, but overall I was ok with it as there was a door between me and the dog.
Then one Sunday afternoon i got to a house I'll never forget. I started to walk up the path when suddenly the front door opened and out came a big black dog. I froze thinking 'shit, don't panic'. But then the dog started to growl and look at me menacingly. To my left was a six foot fence, so I did the only thing I could think of. I threw the bag full of leaflets and bin bags into the air and let out a scream.
There are not many times I have screamed in fear in my life. Thinking about it, this is the only time i can ever remember doing so. I was actually very proud though as it was a very manly scream. I remember being very impressed in my head, although still in fear for my life.
As I screamed I ran, the dog ran after me, and I jumped over the fence. This was like a proper Spider-man style jump, I managed to clear the six foot fence although cutting my hands and legs as I brushed over it.
I then had to walk back round from where I was to find my Mum. She saw me coming towards her asking what the heck had happened as she saw i was bleeding.
Apparently she'd gone to find me and was confronted by an angry woman because there was leaflets over her front garden. This was the same woman who owned the dog and was going to take the dog for a walk. The thing is I don't know why she was kicking up such a fuss when she had let her dog off the lead to freely attack anyone nearby.
That was the last year that I posted leaflets for extra cash and my fear of dogs returned, which still remains with me to this day. Looking back now though I do find both stories quite amusing, the first one due to the pure stupidness of being scared by such a tiny dog, and the second one I mainly find funny due to my manly scream.
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