I’m diggin’ this whole no-school, sleeping-in, don’t have to get dressed until 11 thing. I’d call it summer, but the weather is deciding to be lame and cloudy! Either way, I have so much extra time to nap and blog! It’s wonderful. By the way, isn’t this dog adorable?! Oh, man. I usually don’t like small or long-haired dogs, but it’s pretty hard to not let an “awww” escape when you see this picture. :-)
Anyway, the point I wanted to get across was about dogs … but not quite about how cute they are. More along the lines of mean, vicious, calf-attacking dogs. I left the house this morning to get in about 6 miles before running later this afternoon, but only ended up making it about 1.8 or so. Running the same roads I always do through town, I’ve never come across mean dogs. Sure, sometimes they bark as I run past, but for the most part I’ve never had a problem. After two years of running and even in the entirety of my 16 years, today was the first time I’ve been attacked by a dog.
Almost a mile into the run, it was about 7ish, I made my way up the road only to see three dogs start to run at me. Two of them kept running at me while the other turned off into some driveway, and neither had the look of wanting to play fetch or just say hi. I’m not sure what type of dogs they were or exactly what house they came from, but once they starting biting my calves and jumping on me, I knew they weren’t just being playful. Luckily, their owner called them off after I yelled for help and at the dogs to get off. They ran back and I was left in the middle of the road shaken up, and a little worse for wear.
Waving to the man saying that I was alright, I turned around and ran home. The bites didn’t hurt too much and I’m sure I could’ve gone on to finish my run, but I was a little freaked out. I told my mom what had happened, jumped in the shower, and got cleaned up, putting hydrogen peroxide on the open cuts in case of infection. My calves were the victim having been grazed, drawing a little bit of blood, as well as a puncture mark or two. Overall, not bad. The main thing? It just scared me. Plain and simple.
I’ve been around dogs my whole life, they’re just something I’ve grown up around. We used to have a yellow lab named Buddy who I once got nipped by, but that’s the extent of my being bitten. When I was younger I would try and put sunglasses on him or chase him around the yard with my Barbie car. Totally had it coming. As of now, we have a pit bull named Bear and Paco, our miniature pinscher. Even though Bear is a pit bull and people are always more cautious around him, he has never bitten anyone or even tried to nip them. The worst he’s done is probably bruised my leg after getting smacked by his tail since he wags so much! Pit bulls aren’t a bad breed, they are just raised to fight and that’s what everyone seems to think of when they see them. I’ve known other people with them as well and all of the ones I’ve met are sweethearts. Just extremely strong and muscular sweethearts! I’m not scared of dogs, I have no reason to. Even after this morning’s encounter, I’m still not scared of them. I understand that sometimes people don’t watch their dogs and things like this happen whether they were provoked or not. What can you do? It happens. I just need to be more prepared next time is all and be thankful that the owner was there to call them off.
Safety wise, I don’t carry anything with me on a run besides maybe my house key. I’ve thought about carrying mace before, but have never had any reason to. I live in a small town of about 3,500 and it’s pretty safe, well-lit, and there aren’t really any sketchy places in town. Not to mention that I run with my team or friends a lot of the time. The road the dogs were on is one that I’ve already run twice this week with no problem and have never seen the dogs out before. I’m alright now, the main thing I’m focused on is making up those 4 miles I missed. ;-) Hope you all have a good rest of your day! Happy Friday!
Do any of you carry pepper spray or mace on runs? Ever had any run-ins with dogs?
Until next time,
No matter what … I love my morning runs. 5 o’clock ones are the best though!