None. No reaction. The dog went deaf and blind.

At this very moment, as if out of spite, people appeared from behind the trees. They were well dressed
tourists with a company of a small child. They had satisfied expression on their faces and were getting
some pleasant holiday exercise. I imagined my dog running down from this mound dung, all in cow dung,
and jumping on a little blonde girl in a pink dress, trying to lick and hug her at the same time in a rush of
affection. I jumped off the bike and started to climb the mound dung before it was too late ... At the last
moment I grabbed the Raptor's collar. I was holding it so tight that even if it jumped towards the tourists,
it wouldn't get out of my hand. Unfortunately, as a result of Raptor's unauthorized architectural changes,
the multi-story structure made of cow pie lost its stability. The dung mound let out some kind of last
gasp, or maybe she let go of a foul fart, tilted dangerously and ...

Initially, I felt like I was flying. The flight was even pleasant, because there, in the sky, the pile of dung
smelled a little better. Surprisingly, landing was also not painful. Unfortunately, I did not manage to
control the telemark's technique and we rode the last part with Raptor in a compromising position on
the stomach, straight to the feet of tourists.