Ha, I was in NZ once, middle of nowhere when two fighting type dogs chased me, I sought refuge up a tree. They started biting my bike and only backed off when one blew the back tyre, made a gunshot loud bang. I took this brief window to retreat at speed, with my now punctured bike down a fireroad to safety. I’m definately a pussy person. Recently a local dog walker took objection when I suggested that she control her greyhound that had just run directly at me, teeth gleaming, what she didn’t realise was that it would have put it’s foot straight through my moving wheel if I hadn’t stopped. Definately a pussy person.