Everywhere Virtually

I’m riding home yesterday and I spy a retired couple with their placid black labrador dog walking along the pavement. Picture the soft features of a guide dog. friendly, attentive, intelligent, ready to serve.

I approach and the dog catches sight of me atop my Honda Varadero.

The damn hound goes fucking ballistic. It was if the gates of hell had opened and Lucifer had set forth his rabid, gnawing, snarling, canine beasts.

The owner and his wife had to virtually wrestle their pooch to the ground in order to stop it making a go for me.

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