I would like to note that I am not a pansy when it comes to dogs; I grew up with a very large golden retriever and a bernese mountain dog - go big or go home, I say!
|My little Dukey-bear!|
Possible coyote sighted in the park. And a reminder to keep small children and pets close by. How very comforting. I decided it was time to assess the situation: a) deserted backwoods path b) no bystanders c) possible weapons choices ... an ipod and car keys. Conclusion? I could be coyote meat. Upon completion of this assessment, I decided it was time to run like hell and make for a populated area... where I found myself face to face with those damn dobermans again. Lovely. This called for a third path change where things remained much calmer for the remainder of my 18 minute outing.
|This is what I came for!|
Despite the short time frame, I can honestly say that this was one of the most adrenaline-filled runs of all time. It was also one of the few times in my life where I did not come close to losing my lunch. Progress? I'll take it.