Every day I understand dogs better and my dog defense system is getting more and more sophisticated. Someone might come up with the idea that the animals do it on purpose, what the hell! There they are, lying peacefully on the side of the road, thinking nothing bad, and suddenly the cyclist rouses them from their lethargy. At first it might just be one dog, but now it's wide awake! Listen! A few steps to the road, that's it. But wait, another one wakes up next door, maybe a poodle, nothing serious, but it barks: the signal that sets everything in motion, a trigger, so to speak. Because now the first one is barking too, and so loudly that it becomes clear to the second one who discovered the dog first. The second one is now barking more aggressively, because it's insulted. Together they wake up the whole neighborhood. All the dogs are now wide awake, they run out into the road in a pack, because they're less afraid together.
From here, several variations: Var. 1: All the dogs are running and barking next to me, suddenly there are problems in the group, i.e. hierarchy, and they bite each other's lips. I drive on. Variant 2: All the dogs are running to my right. I see oncoming traffic and at the last moment I swerve to the left side of the road. The dogs are honked away and are now running after the car. I drive on. Variant 3: The top dog is in front and gets a hit on the nose with a whip. I stop because it's not enough. Only when nothing is moving anymore does peace return. Aha, interesting! The poor, hard-working animals are resting a little, they've barked all night and now they deserve a bit of sleep. Or they can't sleep all day, maybe because of stress with tourists. Or they have to fetch a few sheep. So, well-deserved rest. And that's exactly when Gringo comes along. From barking all night, his brain is completely inflamed and now there are things that make sensitive brains go crazy: wheels. Cranks. Pedals. Feet. Calves. Everything, too much now! Barrel full, bucket overturned! Everyone understands that the poor animals run into the street, nothing against May 1st. Unfortunately, no cobblestones, just barking and teeth - homage to Wolf Haas