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First let’s start with the fun part of my walk this morning.  It was a nice coolish day, foggy, and the fall leaves covered the ground as we walked around the lake in town.

I made us all stop and take dogs in the colorful leaf photos just because.

We were walking along.  Relaxing.  In the groove.  Dog being really good and enjoying their on-leash walk.  My friend and I chatting as friends do on their  nice chill morning walk around the lake with the dogs when the not fun part occurred.

So it’s said, if you are going to live on a main road where many people walk and you’re going to decide to have dog and you’re going to decide to not fence your damn yard, then well put the god damn dog on a leash or train the dog to not care about people and dogs passing their home.

Because having a dog silently charge out from no where straight line for us as we are walking gets me really really pissed and scared.  I’m not a fan of the massive adrenaline rush I receive either, my cortisol levels don’t need to be that high!  I’d rather your dog bark and make some noise, silent dogs coming right at me and my dogs where I can’t tell where they are coming from or what is around is terrifying.

And when I scream and yell, “NO!!!!!” as my startle reflex kicks in and there is no human voice of an owner or party otherwise responsible for this dog coming directly at me at a high rate of speed silently, saying anything to the dog, again terrifying.

My loud very firm “NO!!!!!” made the dog retreat.  My friend said there was a kid in the yard, I yelled, “Is that dog on a leash?!” to silence.  I couldn’t hear the dog, couldn’t see the dog anymore.  My friend said it was with the kid.  We started walking forward, I heard the dog rush and charge at us again, saw it when it reached the sidewalk, then heard it retreat.  As I yelled at whoever was associated with that animal to leash their damn dog!

We got away from that property as fast as we safely could.  Stopped and told our dogs they were wonderful and brilliant and such good dogs.  And I practiced breathing again.

I like dogs.  I love many dogs.  I live my life pretty much revolved around dogs, both my own and other people’s.  I hate being charged silently by a predator.

If you’re going to own a dog, a predator.  Then be responsible.  Fence or leash.  And adult supervision.  Not a child.

Because if your dog had actually attacked me and my dogs, I will choose to do whatever to keep my dogs safe.  I’ve done it before.  And I don’t want your dog to have to lose.  As it won’t be their fault.  It will be yours.  For being an irresponsible asshole.  And if your attacking predator of a dog had cause such damage that my guide dog could no longer do his job, or otherwise injured me or my dogs, you can bet your life I’d be pressing charges to the full extent of the law.

Even if your dog is ‘friendly’ and upon reaching us had no intention of doing escalating damage.  Silently charging full speed directly at people and other dogs is an attack.  Even if the intent is not to bite.  It’s really really shitty social manners.

Leash, fence or high level of training.  You own a dog those are your options.  Making those people passing your property on the sidewalk adjust their routes and awareness because of your dog, not an option.

That said I love my dogs.  They were very very very very good throughout this all.  Such good dogs.


Tom and Zora on leash in the leaves.  Why yes, yes we are very good dogs!  Now let’s keep walking!  they say.