I had the lovely opportunity of putting my mace to good use this past week. Lily, Duke and I were charged by two large, mean dogs while jogging around the neighborhood. Not cool. Obviously, I was scared out of my mind.
Duke was our little savior, though. He stood between us and the charging K-9’s. Ultimately, it was clear they were after Duke. Before any fighting broke out amongst the dogs, I finally managed to free my mace from the pocket in my jogging stroller and start squirting. Of course, I missed both dogs, but the fact that I was able to squirt something at them from where I was standing got the message across and they retreated.
The same thing happened the next day, however, my mace was already in my hand and ready to go. I refuse to give up my walks. They are good for my expanding waste line, Duke’s health and a very important part of Lily’s day.
I did notice that my level of fear in this situation had been drastically altered by Lily’s attendance. These dogs have chased Duke and me around the neighborhood in the past, if anything, providing ample motivation to keep on jogging!
However, being confronted by mean dogs when you have your little one in tow is a whole different story. I was not scared for myself at all, but terrified for Lily’s safety. My mind worked a million miles a minute going over what I should do to protect her. Would I push the stroller away from me if I were attacked? Should I just pick the whole thing up and run? Can I even do that? (I may have to test that one out).
Clearly, we have some things to sort out with our neighbor’s furry family members. For now, they seem to steer clear of us, perhaps they’ve learned their lesson.