Running Scared

So as I have said before I am not a major dog person. Well after my encounter with a ferocious rottweiler I am even less of one. Here is the story of me running scared!


Let me start by giving a little info ahead of time that is slightly important. Dan and I jog around our neighborhood quite often when we don't have time to go to the gym. I have been getting up and jogging in the mornings before school because I don't want to drive to the gym, so I just jog around our neighborhood. We have often seen a rottweiler at a house close by and it is usually chained, but still comes running at you and barking. On this lovely day, there was no chain to be found. As I was running up the street, listening to my good tunes, what do I see out of the corner of my eye but a big black rottweiler running straight towards me. Now I am not one to scream, but this definitely called for a loud scream. It was so girly, but truly a scream of terror. This dog was off its chain and ready to pounce. I just started yelling, "Get back, get back." All the while thinking, please don't let this dog bite me. I was just standing there screaming and moving back. The owner was no where to be seen. Luckily some wonderful people stopped to try and helped. I kind of put myself between the cars to protect myself from the dog. Finally the owner comes walking around the corner of their house like no big deal. They didn't come running after their dog, they didn't even act like it was a big deal that a lady was standing there scared out of her mind and two cars were stopped trying to help. I swear do people even have a brain???? So finally they get the dog over to them. I start heading back home and what happens, the dam thing comes after me again. I was so quite perturbed. I am thinking in the back of my mind, why the heck would you not hold on to your dog until I am out of sight, I mean seriously common courtesy, do you have any??? So after that I put the wheels in gear and sprint home. I had so much adrenaline going I think I could have ran for miles. I ran straight in and told Dan. He suggested that I call pet control. I thought about it, but I am thinking I live not too far away and run quite often around home. I would hate for them to see me out and do something to me or my dog. So I didn't. It is not as though the dog hurt me and I am sure that some people think that I am over reacting, but seriously I was really scared. So the bad part about this is that I have to change my route that I had started to really like. I knew exactly how far it was and when I was halfway done. How frustrating is that??