It finally happened...

So, the inevitable has finally occurred. It was always a possibility but I previously reckoned that it was a 'when' not an 'if'. Yep, that's right, I've been attacked by a dog.
It was a fairly amusing experience in retrospect. If you've seen the film 'Toy Story' (1) then you'll remember that there's a pretty nasty black and white dog belonging to Sid, the evil next-door neighbour who eventually gets his comuppance (I have absolutely no idea how you spell that!). Comeuppance? Com-uppance? Anyway, back to the story. So this dog obviously either takes a serious dislike or a serious like to me because it comes right for me. I say like or dislike because it was difficult to tell whether he wanted to maul or eat me. But hey, the end result's probably the same.
So I make a decision to get running. Quickly. And having once done the 100m in 11.6s I can move if I really need to. Unfortunately, that was on a track and this was on a Mexican road. Cue pothole or rock (I remain unsure what). Cue falling sensation. Cue road. The falling's not the problem; it's the landing that hurts. Understandably preoccupied that I wouldn't receive a new haircut, I decided to try the running away part again. The second time was more successful.
So the dog didn't get me (just) and I limped away chuckling to myself at how silly I must have looked (how very British!) with bruises and cuts on my hands, elbow, hip and knees. They'll mend, although my trousers are a little worse for wear. Nothing like a little excitement on the way to the community centre