I’ve finally calmed down enough to write a post. I started out this morning, with the intention of an 11 mile run to town, stop at my gym and refill water bottles, and then take a new route home, about 11 miles too, to get a good 22 mile run in.
The yellow lab and Malamute looking dog jumped out of their yard and followed me around mile 5. I kept yelling at them to go home. They stayed with me. They walked up the 1/2 mile hill with me. I turned onto the road toward town, still with my running companions. Ok, now what to do? The dogs were now about 2 miles from home, and I’ve now turned onto a new road.I want to stay on my original route, but I know these dogs will follow me, into town, into traffic. I’ve already gotten glares from people in cars as these two dogs cavort across the road They’re not my dogs people!
I decide to take a side road, which will just cut a few miles out of my run, make a loop, and take me back by the dog’s house.
They are good dogs; the yellow lab is young, and I can see she’s getting tired, because she’s now staying almost on my heels.
We finally get back to their house. I bang on the door. No answer. However, I can see someone in blaze orange, up on the hill behind the house. I try to leave, and the dogs follow. I start hollering at them to stay home. I go about fifteen feet down the road, and finally hear someone yelling for the dogs at the house!
I run back to the house with the two dogs. A woman is coming out of the woods with her muzzleoader. I tell her the dogs have been with me for at least 8 mile run around the block. She apologizes, and says the yellow lab is her son’s. She says she will hold onto the dogs as I leave.
Well did she think I was Jesse Owens or someone? I probably get about fifty feet down the road and I hear the yellow lab catching up to me again. I keep walking away, thinking that certainly they’re going to come down the road, any minute now, since they know the dog is following me.
Nothing. I get about 1/4 mile down the road. I’m getting good and pissed now. On this route, I will go under a highway bridge and start up a hill, the dog will probably be in unfamiliar territory. I don’t need to adopt another dog.
I do the only thing that will keep this dog from following me. I get the cell phone out and call for extraction. If I hop into a car and drive away, the dog can’t follow. I call my husband, tell him where I am, and start walking back to the owner’s house. I figure I will just hang out there until he shows up, so the dog is where she’s supposed to be. And probably become hypothermic, because I’m sweaty and it’s cold. I figure I can pace in a rage back and forth in front of their house.
It’s not the dog’s fault. She was a very nice little lab.
As I fume back up the road, a man on a 4 wheeler finally approaches. I ask him if this is his dog and says yes, and I let him have it. I haven’t snarled like this at someone in a long time. His eyes just pop open as I wheel around and stomp down the road. I really wanted to hit him with a 2X4, I was that pissed. I just happen to be such a dog lover, that I wanted to make sure this nice dog got off the road before getting hit or dognapped. Or maybe he didn’t care. I had 1/2 a mind to continue on home with this young dog and add it to my pack.
As I stomp/run down the road, a dog at a different house comes out. I ignore it altogether. I’m so pissed off at dog owners that don’t care or are too STUPID to keep track of their dog, well, this dog is on its own. Heck, it could probably get hit and no one would even notice.
Even though I am now alone, my husband is still on his way to get me, so my run was over. I hate it when a run ends on a sour note, although I’m almost done being pissed…
Good things about my run: I got my Perpeteum out and filled a bottle with it. Although I don’t know how far I ran today, it was time on my feet for about 3 hours. The only nutrition was the Perpeteum and it really worked well.
I took an Aleve before I ran, and only my hamstring and piriformis hurt. I may try and get a massage on my legs and rear next week. No groin issue, my stride was okay.
It was still time on my feet, and I went down a new side road that would be good to run out. No hostile dogs, because me and my running companions already encountered all the loose dogs in the neighborhood. (A rottweiler joined my two on the run, and his owner came down the road in a vehicle to get him! At least they noticed their dog was missing!)