It seems there is at least one dog behind every fence in Bombay Beach. And believe me when I say there are a lot of fences here. I guess most people aren't that bothered, as they all seem to use their cars to get around. But being carless at the moment, and a great believer that one sees more going on foot, means that I walk past all these fences on a daily basis. And so it was, early morning sometime last week, that I all of a sudden found myself surrounded by four dogs. Now, let me be clear, I love dogs, I have had several myself in the past, but I really am not keen on what I call those 'little rats', give me a 'real' dog any day. The four dogs I found myself surrounded by belonged, surprise surprise, to the 'little rats' category. They were angry, barking and started circling me, and I was, quite frankly, a little scared. Those little teeth can do a lot of damage, one nipped at my ankle, especially when there's 4 sets of them. But I tried to keep my cool, dogs can sense fear, and I didn't want them to go into full attack mode. So I yelled at them, kicked my feet and hoped that would scare them off. Thankfully, their owner showed up, and he managed to quickly get them back behind the fence they escaped from. The experience shook me and left me much more on my guard while walking around. Fast forward a few days later. I am literally sitting on the ground, trying to get a good shot of the oldtimers I talked about yesterday, when suddenly a large black dog appears out of the blue right next to me. Panic! Because I am sitting on the ground, his mouth is level with my throat and I feel very vulnerable. So I keep very still, thinking sudden movements might scare him, and hope he just gets bored and retreats back to where he came from. I am lucky, he doesn't seem to find me very interesting, and disappears. Turns out he belongs to the house opposite and he was lying on an old sofa outside all this time, and I just never noticed him. So I already have a knife under my pillow to scare of intruders, should I take to carrying a large stick to ward off dogs? And will I go all American and get a gun next? Find out in the next episode of 'Kirsten's adventures in the US of A.'
In the mean time I'll leave you with another shot of the old timer, the one I took after the big black dog turned up. Those sleek lines!
P.S. I hate guns and am completely against them, so I was obviously just joking ;)