Dog attack

There I was, minding my own business, 11 miles into a 15 mile run, when I encountered a rather unruly large black shaggy dog. Why can't owners control their dogs? There was snarling, growling, slavering; the dog was pretty horrible too!

Seriously, I was rather scared! I've been attacked before, and still bear the scar where I was bitten on the thigh. This time I felt the dogs claws on my legs, but the skin was left unbroken. Maybe at first the dog just wanted to play, but after the growling and baring of teeth, I was convinced otherwise.

Fortunately, no lasting damage has been done. I just have this souvenir of the attack, the heart rate spike of an adrenaline kick: