rabies

(those who know i caught rabies two years ago, are aware of my fear of rabid dogs)... two nights ago, Joe and I are riding romantic bicycles back to our hostel, when a feral mongrel lept over his bamboo thatched gate and bouned blood thirsty and INFURIATED IN OUR DIRECTION. I, (yellow bellied) dropped my bike and ran directly, and irrationally into the sea (in hindsight, I think this "sub-conscience" move was semi strategic in that growing up, I watched a TON of "Baywatch"! Those busty ladies always handled distress by running AIMLESSLY into water, I was a formally a "junior Guard" as a tween, and many will tell you that I am a grand "breast stroker", and also, dogs don't typically love to swim.(dunno, ???) Joe (my warrior king), used the frame of his bicycle as a shield and screamed at the jugular lunging creature until the beast RETREATED. (side note- I was waist high into the ocean crying by this point/ judge me). Present day- I've found a large bamboo stick, and I've shamelessly taken to carrying it in public. (my thought process- In college I would walk from night classes to my car proudly displaying a hot pink can of mace above my head to scare away predators, friends would be embarrassed, and i would always say, "who do you think the rapist will choose, us or the gaggle or girls only carrying books?") I feel like this new weapon is commanding the same immediate power, AND I LOVE IT! . So what if other dread locked tourists and bobbling head Indians look at me funny,my new bamboo stick fashionably matches EVERYTHING I OWN, and dogs and HORRIFIED!! ....(joe wont be seen in public with me).