Got chased by a dog today and the dog got run over by a car

Good riddance.

I once had a little moppy dog run across the street in a residential neighborhood over to me while I was out running. Its owner called it after it said hi to me. On the way back across the street, a guy in an old Alpha Romeo ran over it. The guy who ran it over couldn't see the little dog when it darted in front of the Alpha. The dog died in its owners arms within a minute after getting hit.

The dog was allowed to wander with the owner under voice commands. It wasn't an accident where the dog slipped past the owner.

I really hate people who let their dogs out in public without a leash. Dogs rely on their owners to keep them safe. The only way to keep a dog safe is to keep it secure in a fenced in enclosure or on a leash.

Cleveland browns head coach wrote:

Omg, how would YOU feel if one of your family members ran into the street and got run over by a van?

My family isn't full of dumb f**ks

I was charged at by a cat once.

Where are you that everyone you interact is a "sketchy bum." i wanna visit

This has the makings of an LRC classic.

10/10

Don't feel bad for not being bitten. You're day would have been much worse if you had. Don't feel bad for the owners because they took their chances. Don't feel bad for the dog because it died while enjoying itself.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8026065/Terrifying-moment-loose-dog-attacks-five-year-old-girl-church-parking-lot-bites-arm.html

When I was a teenager a mean dog used to always chase my friend and I when we biked past its house. We used to try to ride as fast as we could so we could get past its territory without it seeing us. Speed limit was 55 on that road and one day a car hit it full speed when it crossed the road to come after us. It was thrown 50 feet into the ditch and was killed instantly.

I have had lots of encounters with dogs over the years and it always baffles me that people just stand in their yard and yell at the dog and never run after the dog to retrieve it. They always expect me to catch it and bring it back even though they do not always even acknowledge that I am there.

Twice I have picked little dogs up off a busy street and knocked on the door of the house I thought they belonged to and the owner had no clue they were outside.

The real moral of the story is you runners are wimpy scared flimsy wimps. I've been willing to fight several big German shepherds that wanted to go head up. I plant my feet and get ready to swing while you wimps run around with diarrhea running down your leg. Of course, they always stop running and barking at me when they get a few feet from me. In the animal kingdom the dominant male always wins. These big dogs might be the alpha male when it comes to other runners, but when they see me plant my feet and getting ready to break their jaws, they stop and walk away.

I don't know if that story was true or not, but I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for a few minutes of entertainment. I feel bad for the dog, but what can you do?

Coldplayer wrote:

What color was the van.

It was gold with a little bit of red on it cause the dude had done some body work using tuck tape

Harambe wrote:

Where are you that everyone you interact is a "sketchy bum." i wanna visit

It's like some other user said I was running through a sketchy part of town. This may have been a contributing factor

The dog had lost interest in me now because he was preoccupied with having been run over, so I took it as an opportunity to split and started running away as fast as I could.

Great story!

I was running in the neighborhood once on a hot day. Had my shirt off, in my hand. A little yapper came at me out of a yard and went for my achilles. I had read an old army manual about fighting off dogs, so I gave it a try. I held the t-shirt out in front of me, one end in each hands, the center taut. You offer this up to the dog and it latches on. When it did so, quickly circle one hand around the other forming a loose noose around the dog's neck. Then yank up sharply, picking it up. It worked just like the old manual said, dog's neck snapped like that. I left that dog right where it came at me, in my next door neighbor's yard.

Many years ago, I was running along a 45-MPH speed limit road. A dog came charging out at me from a house. As he neared me, he suddenly switched his attention to a car coming along, and headed right for the vehicle. I cringed as the dog did not slow, and was obviously going to get run over. The canine then somehow hit the car from the side directly in the center of the car's right front wheel, and then bounced back without going under the car or the wheel. The dog got up, and went back home without bothering me.

Two feet to either side, and dog is dead. If the car was going the speed limit, 45 MPH, it would have been going 66 feet per second. That means 0.03 seconds faster or slower and the dog is squashed.

OldGuy666 wrote:

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Two feet to either side, and dog is dead. If the car was going the speed limit, 45 MPH, it would have been going 66 feet per second. That means 0.03 seconds faster or slower and the dog is squashed.

You're obviously overthinking this. The dog was aiming for the hubcap. It's a doggy sport.

The dog, and owners, were possibly lucky that the dog did not die.

A few years ago I was running along the shoulder of a 2 lane highway. On the other side of a road, a dog starts barking at me from the fenced yard of a house. The dog runs through the open front gate of the yard, and heads across the highway directly at me. The dog gets hit by a car and collapses in the middle of the road.

I was watching the dog the entire time as its barks seemed threatening. As it was hit there was an audible thud. The driver of the car did not stop (they may not have realized they hit anything...they did not seem to be speeding. ) It all happened so fast.

I stop running, and head into the road toward the dog (being careful of traffic. ) I hear a young boy and his mother yell something from the yard as they run out towards the dog.

We all reach the dog at the same time. The boy and I kneel down next to the dog while the mother stands to fend off traffic.

I will never forget the image of the brown dog in the middle of the road with blood trickling out of its mouth and pooling on the hot asphalt

The dog is dead.

I pick up the dog's warm but lifeless body and carry it into their yard. I sort of know of the woman and her son (I know her name). A small part of me believes I am partially responsible for the dogs death, but thinking about it I did nothing wrong and am not really to blame. I guess I could have chosen a different place to run that day...

I carry the dog into the yard to help the people out, it probably weighed 60 lbs and I was not sure they could lift it. I also wanted to get all of us out of the road as soon as possible so we are not hit by cars also.

When we reach the safety of the yard, I say 'Sorry'. The woman says 'it was not your fault, put the dog over here". She leads me to a patch of bare ground on the side of the house, where I place the dog gently on the ground.

The boy and his mother are upset, but there is no wailing or sobbing. A few tears run down their cheeks, But they are composed and its obvious they have experienced death of their animals before. Looking around, I notice they have rabbits in cages, horses in the back, chickens running around the yard and there are a couple other dogs and a few cats too. All had proper cages, pens, houses, etc. I believe that they loved and cared about their dog, but they had many other animals to love and care for. I also believe that they knew and understood that the dog's death was their fault.

I say I am sorry again, and ask if there is anything else I can do to help. She says no its ok, and thanks me for carrying the dog from the road (she may have said its name, but I forget...)

I slowly walk out of the yard, through the now closed front gate. I am extra careful looking both ways multiple times as I cross the highway. When I get across, I look back and see the woman and boy carrying shovels.

I slowly start to jog the two miles or so home, I was only planning to run along the edge of the highway for a quarter mile as part of a longer run, but scrapped those plans.

I never did get all of the blood stain out of that pair of running shorts, and I never ran on that part of that road again.

I generally like most dogs, and have owned a couple. I believe owners a responsible for their dog's behavior. I believe these people somehow accidentally left their front gate open, and they and the dog suffered the consequences.

The problem is there are many dog owners out there that do not leash or confine their dogs. Many are just lazy, Some believe that dogs should just run free (many treat their dogs better than most people treat their kids). Some of these dogs are also hit by cars, killed by animals, or run away. Some also get kicked or stoned by runners. Few of these negligent dog owners actually experience any suffering as a result of their irresponsible ownership. And many blame other people, not themselves, when something bad happens because they selfishly believe they and their dogs have a right to do whatever they please.

this title gave me a rock hard erection.

Florida?