This post, however, is not about dogs. It's about a close runner up in the scary wildlife department.
Seriously. These things are freaky. My most used running routes pass ponds and rivers and therefore, I sometimes have to go through flocks of these things. They hiss and spit. I envision myself being surrounded by them and then engulfed, never to be heard of again.
I thought a flock was the scariest thing to go through, but I was wrong. On Tuesday, I was running. It was a rainy, drizzly day, so the paths were pretty much deserted.
Except for me.
And a Canada Goose.
It's like he was sitting there waiting for me. Right next to the path. "Don't make eye contact," I thought, as I carried on and ran past. "Hssssss," he said as I went past him. I was doing an out and back route, but I detoured a bit on the back part so that I could avoid him.
Then yesterday, I was running again. He was there again. All by himself. (I swear, it was the same one!) He's stalking me. I don't know what's going on in his head. Is he watching my route so he can report back to his buddies? I might be having nightmares about scary geese.