A dog ran into me today, like literally.
I was doing my daily 6 mile walk when this
furry terror chihuahua ran from these kids in a yard and ran to me. I kept walking and the dog got scissored into my legs and kinda got flung out. I Cesar’d the dog out with a “SHHHT!” while pointing my water bottle and continued along my way while the kids screamed “Napoleon!!!” (irony?) and grabbed the dog.
I can’t say I minded that much. He actually felt like a cross between a super soft stuffed animal and one of my superlovelywellbehaved cats (HA!). I, however, speak for the dog’s experience on how my legs felt to him.