My husband picked me up and we went to Wendy's after work. Saw a guy lying down on the sidewalk with his bike and I didn't see the dog at first. I jumped out of the car to go check on the guy and apparently I was the dogs "type" because he started passionately humping my leg before I got to the guy. He was about an 80 lb Pitt Bull who didn't seem to appreciate me pushing him away. I realized my rescuer would have to be the owner who I couldn't wake. I limped over to the owner as Mr. Bull had his way with my leg.
"Excuse me sir, could you please get your dog to stop humping my leg? It's really freaking me out."
The owner (who was obviously strung out on heroin) was kind enough to rescue me by grabbing the leash. :p Another reason to be thankful for junkies.
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