I used to jog and run a lot. At a previous house there was dog with no containment — just a little fcuk but super annoying and trying to bite my heals. On one particular outing the dog got along side me and I squared off and kicked a perfect field goal. The dog actually flipped end over end like a football on kickoff.
It was a thing of beauty but I was overcome with laughter so hard that I didn't appreciate the accuracy of my punt. That dog never bothered me again, for sure.
