When the rain finally let up, Bo and I went for a run. The winter cold eats me all up, and it is high time I log some miles. Bo always gets super excited when he sees me putting on my shoes and grabbing the leash. We ran down the dirt road and then down the paved road. I appreciate how running on pavement wears down Bo's nails. Come to think of it, I've never had to trim that dog's nails. I don't appreciate how the pavement makes my joints ache. Curse getting old.
Anyways, on our way back toward the dirt road, we passed a string of houses. All of a sudden, three dogs came tearing out to the road from one of the houses. They appeared to be a shepherd mix, a lab mix, and a boxer, all barking and bearing teeth. They came after Bo and I, and before we could dart away, they had us trapped in the ditch. The boxer was fighting with Bo, and I was screaming and hollering, trying to get the boxer away from Bo and making sure none of the others got me. One of them got a hold of Bo's neck. I gave him a couple of swift kicks in the ribs. At least that was my intention; I'm not sure if any of them landed.
I don't remember much else. When the dogs started to retreat, I caught a glimpse of a man coming out of the house. I don't know how he managed to ignore all the previous commotion. As I turned to continue my run, I yelled at him to get his dogs. Only my yell came out as a big sob. It was one of those I-really-want-to-be-mad-but-I-am-so-terrified-I-can't moments. I was all sorts of shook up.
As I was running away, I thought about limping a little so he'd think that perhaps his irresponsibility had caused me to be injured. But then I saw an Amish lady on a bike coming towards me. Tears were streaming down my face, and I felt slightly foolish.
A safe distance later, I slowed, still shaking a bit. Bo walked close beside me and gave me a reassuring look. We arrived home unharmed.
We made it through today.
Bring on tomorrow.
I suppose.
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