Fun fact: when writing Brain Fist I didn’t actually have a cat. We now have three and, dear reader, I’m so very glad that none of them have ever managed to find Romford John’s contact details.
Don’t run. You run and a dog will have to chase you.
It’s just their nature.
So stand your ground. Raise your hackles. And when that dog comes at you?
You give it a scratch right across its nose that it won’t forget in a hurry.
And then the next day?
The next day you go and pay Romford John to shoot that fucking dog in all four of its fucking doggy kneecaps.