During many of my runs, I've come across fierce dogs; some chained up, some not. I have also heard noises in the woods, too. There have been bear and cougar sightings up here. I have voiced my concern to my husband a few times.
This past Saturday, my husband attended a Catholic men's conference at the cathedral. Since he was in a "big" town, he stopped at a outdoor store and purchased some pepper spray for me.
This morning, I went out for my normal four mile run with the pepper spray clipped to my running pants. At mile two, a giant black dog thought he'd chase me down the street. I'm not familiar with dog breeds, but he was big enough for my three year old to ride. I heard the owner yelling, "Heal, Mojo! Heal, Mojo! Heal now, Mojo!" I turned and saw that he was two feet from my ankles. My pepper spray was in my hand, posed, and ready to fire. Just as I was about to push down on the trigger, Mojo turned back. My husband said that I should have sprayed anyway. "A dog needs to learn not to chase a person when they are not on their property." I don't know much about dog obedience. I'm just thankful Mojo didn't take a bite out of me!
For the remainder of my run, I thanked the Lord for keeping me safe and for the thoughtfulness of my husband.
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