A Scary Run - 20100503

Yesterday when I went running around noon, a black dog pursued me for 15 minutes.

We encountered in a silent corner around the flyover separating Cheung Wah Estate and Wah Ming Estate. The black dog, a comparatively large one, with neck collar, originally poached on the pedestrian pavement. Once our eyesight met, the dog ran to me immediately. I used my sole to resist the dog to sniff me, nevertheless in vain. I slowly retreated, and the dog followed me. At that moment, another runner passed by, I ran side by side with him and thought that the dog would stay. However, this black dog has not given up.

It followed me and just neglected the other runner. I accelerated, it speeded up; I walked, it slowed down. I suspected other people would think that the dog was my pet. When I saw the second runner ahead, jogging in a slower pace, I dashed in the hope of getting rid of the black dog. I changed the direction and ran up to another bridge. When I turned my head back, it was right behind me.

I intended to run to Wah Ming Estate, where much more people would be around and I hope that the dog would leave me alone by then. While on the way to my destination, a cycler was riding slowly. I thus ran shoulder to shoulder with the cycler. After a while, before I entered Wah Ming Estate, the black dog diminished mysteriously. I changed my mind at once to run back home.

The experience was quite bizarre, as I was a bit frightened on one hand and had to keep my head clear at the same time. If the dog was an even bigger one, like rottweiler, I would retreat home with no hesitation. My feeling was mixed, I thought the dog could be manipulated; and maybe deep in my heart, I yearned for a pat dog to be my daily running partner.

Still, I was quite worry of being bitten in that 15 minutes.