The time was 11:09pm, Friday night. I was on my double-pedaled speed rocket heading into the office to check on some unfinished work. The night, dark. The wind, blowing. Out of nowhere, a barking, growling brown dog catches me off guard, chasing me on my twin-wheeler from the left side. The surprise throws my off natural courageousness and I let out a loud "WAAAAHhhhh!!!", as my bike wobbles. Just then, a black dog appears on my right, chasing, growling, and barking. But after the initial shock, I collect myself and know that the only way to survive a dual canine mugging is to keep on pedalling.

As I reach the next block, heart still pumping, I steer onto the left sidewalk. Both dogs follow. But cleverly, I get close enough to the edge of the sidewalk to eliminate any room for a dog to follow suit, so the black dog runs at a short distance on the abandoned road. After another half a block, I figure these dogs will turn back having had their fun. It was just another one of their "numbers" on a Friday night. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the tandem attackers turn away, and my heart slows down to just a rapid thumping. I'm sure they trotted back chuckling about their accomplishments. Meanwhile, I was left questioning my own bravery having over-reacted to stray dogs coming out of thin air.

So, I ask the dogs now... WAS IT WORTH IT!? Was this petty violation worth it? Was taking away a man's dignity worth the few laughs you got out of it? (and you can bet the first thing I did after I let out my human yelp was look around to see if anyone saw)

I recognize those dogs. I've seen them hanging out with their friends, lying on the grass, rolling around without a care in the world. Dogs with no responsibilities, no future, and no respect. Punk dogs, I call them. But their time will come. I assure you. I'm plotting my revenge now.

I'm in Asia. I will catch them, and then I will eat them.