Those of you who may happen across the Redd-Shift blog may know that I write glowingly about the urban cycling trails such as the Turner Boulevard Trail and the Field Club Trail.
I believe these trails are important to enticing would-be commuter and utility cyclists to experiment with going to real destinations by bicycle. I think they are also important in enhancing Omaha's urban neighborhoods by continuing the original boulevard system via trails that get people out into their neighborhoods.
As an aside, I will say that it's ironic that the original boulevard system was designed to allow motorists a way to enjoy a scenic drive through the city, and now we are looking at incorporating bicycles into the original routes.
However, today I am going to gripe a little bit. While I could drone on about some negative experiences I had on the trail today concerning inconsiderate teenagers, careless dog walkers, and other unfriendly persons brought outdoors to enjoy the springlike weather, I don't want to drag it down that far. Instead, I will just focus on the dog bite.
This is a first for me. I'd heard about it, but like so many things, figured it would never happen to me. However, as I rode down the Turner Boulevard Trail, I came across some young ones playing in a wagon. I think one kid was pulling another while a dog chased them. Rather than get out of the way, they toppled the wagon and fell out of it in front of me. I dodged the wagon, the dog started barking and chasing me. Then it bit at my feet and tore my wool sock with an audible ripping sound.
Dang, these were my favorite socks, and my only wool socks. I didn't have the time or room to unclip and shoo (kick) at it, and was just focused at getting away from the dog. I could hear the kid's parents yelling, and wasn't sure if they were yelling at the dog, the kids, or at me (it's probably my fault, right?), so I just wanted to keep moving.
After I got home, I noticed that skin was broken, and my ankle was bleeding a bit. I washed it off with soap and water and hydrogen peroxide. Hopefully I won't start foaming at the mouth or turn into some kind of zombie dog or anything nasty like that.
Please write in the comments about your own dog stories. I'd be curious to hear what kind of stories you can come up with, with an emphasis on evasion or prevention techniques.