It's a good thing I am not afraid of dogs.
The normal 10K around the block. I fill up my water bladder all the way. I don't need it on a 10K, but I want to make sure the very small leak is ok.
It isn't. Probaly with the weight of the entire bladder being full, I am drenched on the bottom from this water bladder. Check. This is the better time to figure out this isn't working than this Friday or Saturday! I do have a replacement bladder that I will fill up and check for leaks.
Back to the dogs..
The bloodhound is in a yard, at a house on top of a hill-maybe he actually lives there. I'm glad to see him up there, since it's pretty fair away, and he won't bother me.
I see him about one second before he slams into me.
He seems to have learned 'no' and 'down' a bit better. I can continue down the road, but now he's running along with me. Great.
We run down the hill, where the friendly passive beagle dogs are. Good, maybe bloodhound pup won't get by these two.
Nope, 1/2 mile down the road, he's back.
We climb up the hill to where the Gump dogs live. Three of the Gump dogs are waiting for me at the top of the hill. Bloodhound pup does retreat and presumably went home.
Well, the Gump dogs were back to their pushy selves, one wanted to gnaw on my closed fist, getting in my way. I finally push by them, and start to run again.
Cranky old beagle doesn't like this, and I have to keep slowing down to keep an eye on him. He's a little too close to my calves with his hackles up, so I have to tell him to "back off Jackson!" rather sharply. This helps, and he retreats.
That was it for the dog encounters. At least they are all rather friendly like. I don't want to get into antagonizing all these dogs on my route, but sometimes it's a bit wearing. A small price to pay perhaps, for the pretty views I get to see on my routine route!