Warning… rant ahead. We’ll wish you a happy Thorsday though.
Yesterday, we set out on our walk. Around the mile mark, we encounter the end of state maintenance on our road, and as fate would have it, the school bus was turning around, so we had to wait. There was a little pheasant or some other ground bird running around in the field, and of course, my girls went nuts while we waited. As we headed onward, I noticed a strange-to-me dog lurking at the woodline, and thought little of it.
About a quarter of a mile in, Gretchen stopped trotting out in front with Sissy and dropped into a tight “heel” position, which is her way of telling me she’s frightened. Our farmer neighbor who lets us use their paths passed about then, and after we finished waving and stepped back in the road, I saw we were being followed by a LARGE Saint Bernard (mix?) and a Blue Heeler. We kept walking, because I hoped they’d go back “home”, but I soon realized they were steadily gaining on us, and the Saint had that poor bird, dead, in its mouth.
I phoned the Knight and ordered a RAPID pick-up. We kept walking, and I tried to emit a calm I didn’t feel. About the time I was pondering our options, the cavalry rode in. I loaded the girls quickly, and as we pulled off, Gg barked her head off and the strangers headed for the river.
We live in a rural area, and I know most of the dogs, but we’re seeing far too many loose dogs of late. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if the Knight hadn’t been at home to rush to our rescue, or if he’d delayed even a moment longer. Maybe they would have been scared off if I fussed, but Pepe – the dog that bit Gretchen – wasn’t. Dogs pick up on Gg’s stress too, and feed off of it. My ordinarily sweet Sis goes into protective mother mode, and the other dogs pick that up too…
I do carry doggy mace, but again… we were over a mile from home on a dead-end road.