Running Scared

The other day I had an absolute nightmare walking Eddie.

We were half the way around a circlular route in the woods, probably about half a mile into it when this other dog comes bolting up to me barking its mouth off and Eddie, ever dutiful in protecting his owner fled the scene.  2 Women arrived apologising and saying they’ll put their barking dog on the lead ‘cos its in a funny mood.

Eddie was nowhere to be seen so I stood there and waited for him to come back whilst occasionally calling out.  After what felt like forever I gave up waiting and went off running back in search of him.  I caught up with the 2 women, their dog was still yapping at everything and the bitches had gone and let it back of the lead!  Stupid, because obviously Eddie will have carried on running away from it.  So I carried on running past them and Eddie was still nowhere to be seen even as I reached the entrance to the woodland, I thought ’shit’ cos I released he might have aimed to cross a road on the way back home.  So I carried on, ran accross the busy road and this guy calls out to me, “hey, is that your dog?!” and there he was, staring at me from down this school path I use to get to the woods.  When I got to him he cried out desperately as he made a fuss of me.  I bet he had run straight across the road without looking, and I wish there was footage because I wager he will have narrowly missed being run over