Okay, not really. It was more like, "uhm... Tuesday?"
But eventually I got going, and it looked to be a glorious day. I headed out for a lovely run in the early morning hours. The air felt crisp and clean. I felt well rested from the long weekend. My shoo-gooed shoes were ready and willing.
And it was a very nice morning until... this thing. This weird thing. This thing what happened.
It was toward the end of my route, and I was approaching a woman and her two little dogs from behind. They were standing at a corner, and I intended to turn on that corner. I slowed to a walk since I figured they didn't know I was coming up behind them. I didn't want to startle anyone as I went passed, so I slowed to let them know I was there.
Clearly, that failed.
One little ragamuffin dog saw me before the human did and started to freak out. This prompted the woman to reactively freak out and begin reigning in ragamuffin number one, who was on a surprisingly long retractable leash.
While all that was going on, ragamuffin dog number two reactively freaked out and came around from a different angle on a similarly surprisingly long retractable leash. This all happened in about 2.76 seconds.
While the woman was distracted by ragamuffin number 1, ragamuffin number 2 took full advantage and came straight for my jugular!
Luckily, he was just a ragamuffin, so he only got this far:
It all happened so fast. When RM2 came at me, I just bent down to say hello, let him smell my hand, all that jazz. But he went right for the kill!
I felt the sting on my thigh, and at first, thought he'd just scratched me with his claws. The woman was apologizing profusely, and I, all strung out on endorphins, couldn't feel upset with her. I assured her it was all fine, and I continued on my merry jaunt.
A few paces onward, I decided to look at my thigh, which so happened to be oozing a nice stream of blood. I wiped at it with my hand, only to have the oozing stream replaced anew.
I turned back to the woman and calmly (she was still kinda freaked) asked if her dogs were up-to-date on their rabies shots since one of them bit me and caused me to ooze. She assured me they were.
That was it, I don't know if I should've interacted with her anymore. I was about a mile from home, so I just ran on home to stop the ooze and get cleaned up.
Moral of the story?
Don't trust those little ones.