With the holiday today, Larry, Kevin and I made it out for 4 easy miles this morning. The most exciting part was the dog fight near the Jr. High. We had spent much of the time up until then trying to get Dash to let Kevin put him on the leash. Ozzie is Dash's father and a seasoned runner who is rarely on a leash. In front of the Jr. High we met a small woman with two very large and muscular Golder Retrievers (we found out they were brothers). It turns out one of them doesn't like Ozzie very much. They apparently had a violent encounter recently when Larry's wife Jolene was out running with Ozzie. Ozzie, not being on a leash today, went up to greet the dogs. The one that doesn't like him apparently decided to try to eat him for breakfast. His brother joined in. The poor woman was helpless to stop these big strong dogs. Kevin wisely skirted the situation with Dash on the leash. Larry and I helped break things up, get Ozzie on his leash, and get the dogs back to the lady. She was shaking, felt terrible and was very apologetic. Ozzie was apparently uninjured, so we chatted a bit and then went on our way. I empathized with the shaken woman. Our golden retriever Skittles passed on last fall. I still miss her, but I don't miss the times when I took her running and she tried to eat small dogs (attached to their owners) as a mid-run snack. I had to body tackle her and lay on her more than once. Why can't we all just get along? | 