It all started one late afternoon when i decided to take a walk around the block. I put on some shorts and i exited through my front door. I walked to the curb and noticed a car was coming. I don't enjoy getting hit by cars, so i waited for it to pass before crossing. Although, i can't say i looked left, right, and then left again.

I made it to the other side of the street and started on my journey. As i got to the street corner, a crazy poodle started barking it's head off at me. The owner of said poodle laughed at me. I was secretly laughing inside at him because he had a poodle. Just when i thought things couldn't get worse, the poodle snapped the leash and started chasing me.

I ran as fast as i could, but i was no match for the poodles speed and endurance. It quickly caught up to me and jumped on me. I fell over and it started licking me like crazy. The guy walked over and almost died of laughter and started calling me ridiculous names like poodle lips.

After a few minutes of embarrassment, he managed to get "Fluffy" off of me. I didn't finish my walk that day, but i always wondered what would have happened if the poodle didn't attack me.

The moral of this story is to always be suspicious of men with poodles.