Get out of my car!

A quick and dirty tempo run in Shotover woods this morning. That’s the one where you run faster for a bit. I’m still discovering new and muddier tracks there, it’s such a great place. However, I’d forgotten that mornings are when the hounds own the woods, and an unnaturally huge pit-bull-terrier creature charged straight into my car as I was putting my shorts on and jumped over all the seats before I could adjust my clothing. Now the Citroen isn’t the cleanest of vehicles at the moment, but this dog debris is just too much. Did I moan to the human pet who eventually caught up with its owner-dog, no, of course not, just mumbling “don’t worry, it’s fine“. Only afterwards did I notice the stream of blood pouring down my leg where the dog had climbed up my leg to get in the car. Okay I’m exaggerating just a bit there. Grrrrrrowl.