PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)

Last year one day while running to crew practice i was somewhat attacked by a german shepherd. On the plus side it got me out of going to practice on the minus side it drew blood on my ass and I had to go show a really hot trainer my bare naked ass with teeth marks puncturing through the skin. (epitome of embarrassing) Anyhow why you ask am I telling you all about this incident? WELL it turns out that I have been scarred for life. A couple of days ago I was chased down while running by a vicious  jack russel tarrier. I had my head phones in my ears so couldnt hear anything around me. Suddenly I turn around and there is a little dog running at my heels. I started yelling "GO AWAY, GO AWAY!" mind you i had my head phones in so it was probably twice as loud as it needed to be. He wouldnt leave (probably because he was a spanish speaking dog). So I started doing zig zags in the street and tried running faster. Still at my heels. It was a fast little bastard. Finally I got tired so I just stopped at this point I was three feet from my house. What does the dog do? He comes up and starts licking my freaking leg. I start laughing histerically and then hear running footsteps. His owner comes running up and says, "perdon, perdon." and I say "lo siento, lo siento." why was I apologizing? because it is the only spanish words i could come up with on the spot. And guess what, the guy was hot. He was very very handsome. Figures. That would happen to me. Anyways he left with his dog. And I took the last few steps to my house. Went upstairs and cracked up some more. I explained it to my housemate who cracked up too. It was hilarity all around. I for sure thought the dog was going to eat me though. I mean little dogs can be vicious sometimes. :)