True Story Tuesday: The Wild Dogs Of Antelope Valley
Many years ago I lived near the Antelope Valley in California's Mojave Desert, and I'd frequently go driving through the (then-undeveloped) wide-open spaces. One winter evening at dusk out in the middle of nowhere a large pack of dogs swarmed up around my car and ran after me as I drove. There wasn't a house around for miles; the road was completely empty of all other vehicles. I had no idea if they were strays or ferals or working dogs off of one of the alfalfa farms nearby. But it was absolutely harrowing because they were swarming all around my car.
I was scared to go too slow because I didn't want them jumping up onto the car, nor did I want to go too fast to get away because they were all around me and I didn't want to hit one. They were barking and snarling in an utterly savage, vicious frenzy. I knew I was safe in my car but it was nevertheless a harrowing few minutes until I could shake them off and accelerate the hell out of there.