Boggle and Friends

I was riding my bike back to work from lunch the other day, a little disoriented from a few too many soft tacos.  About a hundred yards from Peace Lutheran -- the church where I have my office -- I heard yap yap yap yap and all of a sudden two little fury, sausage-sized dogs -- they reminded me of lil' smokies -- came running at me something fierce.  I started laughing 'cause it seemed so silly: I thought they'd stop short at the edge of their yard.  No, oh no, they were busting loose, on a tear, running for my ankles.  Meanwhile I'm pedaling along, still not worried, until I realize that these little four-legged sausages are fast, fast, fast. So fast that the chubbiest of the two is trying to nip at my left calf.  And then I notice I'm about ten yards away from the stop sign up ahead: no stop sign in the other direction and there's a car flying down the road.  Two options: stop and get bit by the little suckers or California roll and hope to swerve the oncoming car.  The driver seemed aware of what was happening. He slowed  and I picked up my speed, trying to outpace the wieners.  And then, from the left, a third, fury sausage dog joined the other two.  They joined as a pack, encircled me, lil' smokies closing in.  I was toast.

To my rescue, a lady in a muumuu -- I haven't seen anyone dressed in a muumuu since I lived in the Marshall Islands -- barreled out from somewhere in her backyard and started shouting, "Boggle!  Boggle you asshole, get ooooooovvvvrrrrrrrr here.  Boggle god damn!  Boggle you asshole, and friends!"  At the sound of her voice the fury sausages bolted: the two unnamed ones retreating, while Boggle whimpered home, the lady in the muumuu ripping into 'em with a mess of words I won't write; not fit for this blog.

I was hoping to see Boggle and friends today. No luck. I'll be on the lookout.