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It's ten degrees outside. Very few runners are out today. I am
grateful for the cold because I am always fearful of the inevitable
run ins I seem to have while running my three trained dogs off lead.
My run started off deferentially this afternoon. I actually felt
good about myself and humanity. Three blocks into my run I saw a
sight that left me bewildered. A blind woman was stuck in high snow
drifts that had accumulated over the last week 's heavy snowfall.
She was knee high in snow that covered her usual path and her long
red tipped cane frantically waved across the drifts searching for
some kind of passage.
I was dumbfounded to see the lack of response from the few people
out in the snow. There was one person walking a Ridgeback on leash
so perhaps he could not assist the blind struggling woman because
he had to steer his dog on leash. Other passers by were just too
busy, I assume, getting last minute Christmas gifts .
I called my dogs in close and we crossed the street together as
I called out to the lady in distress that I would be glad to help
her out of the snow trap. She responded back with a sigh of relief.
We safely made it to her bus stop and my three girls and I, were
on our way. She asked what kind of dogs I was sporting and I proudly
responded Weimaraners. She said they don't bother her even after
she'd heard they were not all tethered to me. I was proud of the
control I had over them and how we all worked as a team.
Things were really going great. We were passing other dogs on the
route without incident when a sighting about fifty feet ahead of
worried me. A woman with two dogs off leash were ahead. The frightening
part was a Staffordshire Terrier dragging a retractable lead extending
10 feet behind her.
I called my dogs back and the woman's dog came bounding back and
caught up to Dolly, the dangerous lead skipping, had wrapped around
Dolly's leg. I got a hold of Dolly and proceeded to unravel the
line before she inflicted any harm to her leg. At that point the
lady started to scream something at me and her dog turned on Daisy
and viciously bit her.
Daisy, quite upset with the attack turned back to give a piece
of her mind. When I started to intervene I heard a loud voice..."HEY!
HEY!". The lady grabbed her dangerous lead and with my hand
hanging in front of me, I was attacked. Her dog surprisingly bit
at my finger which sent a throbbing feeling up my arm.
I asked her why her dog had bitten my hand. Her response was "You
know there is a leash law, don't you?"..." You see I have
my dog on leash, she said," as she fumbled to control the recently
picked up trailing retractable lead while her second dog remained
unleashed and without a collar.
She continue to say, "...three dogs are a bit overwhelming".
I was fit to be tied.
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