The ice is still thick. Scraping it from my windshield isn't working out very well - it's too cold to stay out long enough to really be worthwhile. The sun is out and I'll just let the sun thin that opaque barrier to truly getting out of the house.
I walked the two blocks to the dollar store on the corner. Just seconds after I nearly slipped on the ice in an intersection, a dog came up to me and started barking. At first I ignore it and keep slowly trudging across the ice and it seems to encourage the dog to come closer. At this point I have to turn around on him and menace him away and bare my own teeth and snarl myself. The dog backs away but immediately engages at me again - it knows it has an advantage of four legs on this ice and that I can't even kick at it without risking a fall. I start looking around for a beer bottle or a rock or something - at this point, I need something to defend myself before it works up the real nerve to physically attack me. I finally make it to a bare patch of dry street as the dog surges and I sense it coming just inches from the back of my ankle. I can now at least kick the son of a bitch and it flashes across my mind that I should have worn my heavier boots. I kick at it and he just backs away and rushes again. I am under siege but I am at least not bitten or scratched. A van is slowly coming towards us. I'm hoping the van will cause the dog to break off his attack or run him over - whatever, just get me out of this.
Finally a door facing the street opens and a woman comes out, angrily calling the dog's name. She apologizes to me and comes for the dog. The dog evasively runs around to put me in the middle of them. It's clear the dog isn't through playing with me yet and I still can't move. A man suddenly appears and they both come for the dog. The man slips on the ice and the dog comes over to him, apparently thinking the man wanted to play with him. My siege is over and I continue walking to the dollar store.
I purchase hot chocolate, cranberry juice and a pint of milk. I tell Donna, the clerk, about what happened. She shakes her head and tells me to be safe and stay warm. I tell her that I'll try and she points outside to a semi-driver who had backed his rig into a very tiny parking lot and now couldn't get out. He's an idiot, she says, he wasn't even bringing a delivery and parked there for no reason. I thank her and leave thestorm store and walk home without seeing the dog again, without any event at all in fact.
I walked the two blocks to the dollar store on the corner. Just seconds after I nearly slipped on the ice in an intersection, a dog came up to me and started barking. At first I ignore it and keep slowly trudging across the ice and it seems to encourage the dog to come closer. At this point I have to turn around on him and menace him away and bare my own teeth and snarl myself. The dog backs away but immediately engages at me again - it knows it has an advantage of four legs on this ice and that I can't even kick at it without risking a fall. I start looking around for a beer bottle or a rock or something - at this point, I need something to defend myself before it works up the real nerve to physically attack me. I finally make it to a bare patch of dry street as the dog surges and I sense it coming just inches from the back of my ankle. I can now at least kick the son of a bitch and it flashes across my mind that I should have worn my heavier boots. I kick at it and he just backs away and rushes again. I am under siege but I am at least not bitten or scratched. A van is slowly coming towards us. I'm hoping the van will cause the dog to break off his attack or run him over - whatever, just get me out of this.
Finally a door facing the street opens and a woman comes out, angrily calling the dog's name. She apologizes to me and comes for the dog. The dog evasively runs around to put me in the middle of them. It's clear the dog isn't through playing with me yet and I still can't move. A man suddenly appears and they both come for the dog. The man slips on the ice and the dog comes over to him, apparently thinking the man wanted to play with him. My siege is over and I continue walking to the dollar store.
I purchase hot chocolate, cranberry juice and a pint of milk. I tell Donna, the clerk, about what happened. She shakes her head and tells me to be safe and stay warm. I tell her that I'll try and she points outside to a semi-driver who had backed his rig into a very tiny parking lot and now couldn't get out. He's an idiot, she says, he wasn't even bringing a delivery and parked there for no reason. I thank her and leave the
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