I think I might have killed it. Or maybe it just has a broken leg...
I'll have to wait until next week to know for sure though.
I've been teaching a little 7 year old girl on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Every time I turn off the main road to go down the street where she lives, this little dog (white, but very dirty; possibly a shitzhu) tries to bite my feet. After a few run-ins with the annoying dog I started cocking my leg back so that I could kick him if he got to close. Never got to kick him, but he did almost run me into the ditch a few times.
So yesterday it was the same thing. On the way to the girls house the dog gave chase. On the way out I saw another motorbike getting ready to leave so I decided to wait and let them go first. Maybe they would get the dogs attention. Unfortunately (for the dog), that guy turned before reaching the dog's house.
By this time the sun had gone down and there were no other lights on the road but my own. I got to the dog's house and was expecting to hear the quick feet and the "huff, huff, huff" any time, but he didn't show. I figured I would get by free that time, but just as I got a little ways past his house I heard him running.
He dashed out of the bushes and ran straight at me. Normally he turns and runs alongside me while trying to bite, but this time he didn't turn...
Bump. Bump.
Yelp. Yelp. Yelp.
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