Runner’s Log: Ruff Times


👟  It’s still so cold.

👟  Jacket ✔️ Headwrap ✔️ Neck gator ✔️  Sense of style out the window ✔️

👟  With my lack of energy, I’m pretty sure I’m running slow enough to be an extra on The Walking Dead. Actually, I don’t know how accurate that is. I’ve never watch TWD.

👟  Yeah, yeah, save your shock. Something about creatures eating brains prevents me from watching. Plus, even with their skin problems, the zombies are still more tan than I am.

👟  Well crap. That is a dog. A VERY big dog and it is barking and growling like I resemble his next meal. I think I now know what the Hounds of Hell sound like.

👟  Seriously though…do I run faster? Someone once told me they can smell fear and it brings out their instinct to attack. If that is the case, I’m FREAKING SCREWED.

👟  Ok. So here’s how it played out – it came running at me and instead of doing what I always thought I would – RUN AS FAST AS I CAN – I turned around and started yelling at the dog. Yes, I had a yelling match with Cujo.

👟  I just stuck my finger in Cujo’s face while yelling and it actually cowered and backed down. I’ll be damned. Now, I just need to wait for my heart to move back from my throat to my chest.

👟  I know everyone else sees dogs like this:










👟  But when I run, I see dogs like this:



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