For Saturday’s long run I chose to run to town using the ATV trails beside the road. The route is very hilly and a nice change from my normal route, although Kobi has to stay on leash for the majority of it.
We didn’t see or hear Hugo and I actually notice that I’m a bit concerned about his well-being – now that I’ve named him and all. I was soon distracted by 2 large dogs that came running out after us. I shall not name breeds in order to protect their identity. After I stopped and did some assertive “go homes” they left.
Then we had this powerful dog breed saunter over. He had a warty face and wasn’t neutered (use your imagination) – a few red flags for me. I put myself between him and Kobi and noticed his hackles were up. I soon realized that I didn’t want to get caught in the middle of what might happen. All I could think of doing was the Cesar Millan “ssstt” and surprisingly he looked up at me and walked away. This is where I would insert a warning similar to one you see during a car commercial “professional drivers on a closed course, don’t try this at home”. Only mine would say “non dog behaviour professional who just got lucky, do not try this at home”.
Not 5 minutes later we had 2 more nasty black dogs come charging out at us. They looked like they didn’t get much socializing or care for that matter. I resorted to a few loud expletives this time in the hopes the owner(s) might hear and call their dogs in. They didn’t.
By this point I’m pretty annoyed by people and their inability to take responsibility for their dogs and frustrated that I’m going to have to turn around at some point and run the “dog gauntlet” again. We fortunately didn’t have any issues until the last 3 km when a German Shepard (oops, I mean powerful breed) started running behind us, he was sneaky too as I didn’t hear him for a bit. He backed off when I turned around.
We’re finally almost home and I notice a picker truck passing us quite slowly and then stopping. I think that perhaps he’s lost and looking for someone’s address (as it is a rural area). He hops out of the truck and walks over to the edge of the road all apologetic for intruding, but wanted to warn me of a really big black bear about 1km ahead. Hugo! I thanked him for his concern and explained I was turning off before that so we would likely be fine.
I was quite moved that a random stranger would take the time to stop a truck, that clearly wasn’t easy to stop, to warn me of a potential wild animal encounter. I once again had faith in the human race, well some members of it anyway. I really doubt I’m going to run that route again.