Warning: You are headed towards a pile of garbage. Please refrain from using your brain cells.

I started from home in the morning, hoping not to see his darned face again. But alas, there he was, waiting for me, right in the middle of the road. I slowed down a little; maybe he would comprehend that I have to pass by, and give me some space, and not embark on his daily ritual. But he seems to be pretty brainless, because he just stood there; he had not moved an inch. He was confronting me right there and then. As I accelerated, he moved to the left with lightning speed. And the next thing I knew, he was running right alongside me, howling and screaming like never before, his teeth pretty close to me. I lifted my legs, in a sort of high jump posture athletes take when they get off the board, and gave a generous acceleration to the vehicle. Going by the standards, I expected him to stop after a while, lose interest in his quarry. But he was professional; he was perseverant, diligent and most of all shrewd. Shrewd; here is why I say that.

It was about 9 pm. He saw me coming down the lane towards the house. Believe it or not, he pretended to be going into the neighboring house, one foot through the gate, as if trying to deceive his quarry into believing that he is going to be let off today, that he can sleep peacefully tonight. I neared the gate, with rising trepidation, almost believing that I had gone unnoticed. Suddenly he turned around, and started towards me again, with everything he’d got. I rushed toward my house, barely managing to make it into the gate. He just stood there, glowering.

Every journey into and out of my house is equally adventurous; thanks to such a loving dog,
supposedly an ex-pet of one of the neighbors.