I’ve been reduced, after thirty years, to defining good runs as ones when I encounter no loose dogs. In the span of ten minutes Saturday morning, I encountered an unleashed Doberman Pinscher in one community park and then an over-sized terrier in another park.
In this community, I’ve been chased by unleashed dogs through parks, up trees, and around cars by rottweilers, German Shepherds, Labs, and many others. I’ve even been accosted by these slobbery, muddy creatures on leashes when their owners cannot control them. Continue reading “To the Dogs”