After the attack…

The other night I went for my first run in the Country since the Great Wolf Migration. It may or may not have been a good idea to run at night in unfamiliar neighborhoods but whatever.

I figured that I always had my trusty guard dog so I would be ok…I had another thing coming.

As we made our way down the bike path and onto the private residential road I made sure to keep my head on a swivel.
The first incident was on our way out. There was a mangy dog running toward us that someone flashed their headlights to warn us about. It seemed friendly enough so the dogs said hello and we kept moving. When it started to follow us, I let it know that we were not lookin for company and it backed off.

The second incident was on our way back and surprisingly in the very same area!

On our way back home, a different dog ran straight at us from a dark driveway. The only thing I could think to do was stomp my feet and hiss at it. Cesar Millan knows what he’s talking about.

I surprised it for sure, because the dog stopped in its tracks. We made it the rest of the way home without incident and I’m looking through boxes trying to find pepper spray for my next run.

Happy Monday!