It was a brisk, sunny day...a perfect day to walk with Moon and Copper. Since I hadn't been out walking for quite a while, I wanted to take it slow and easy...no running, no fast pace walking...just a leisurely stroll with my best friends.
It felt good. No, I stand corrected. It felt great...looking up at the blue sky watching the clouds crossing overhead, feeling the breeze. It was perfect. But then, as we neared the end of the gravel road, I thought I saw a flash of white through the still barren trees.
Dismissing it as a car going by, we continued. But then the flash of white happened again. It was no car and now it became more clear. We were nearly roadside by now when the white pitt bull came totally into view. Glancing down at Moon and Copper's body language, they spotted him too.
Heart racing I spoke loudly and assertively to the "kids"...HOME, pulling on their leashes to do an about face and "home" up the hill. Heading up the incline I felt the tension and then felt the pulling on my left leg's muscles and ligaments..something I didn't want to do. But I didn't care. We just needed to get back to the yard quickly! Moon kept looking back over her shoulder as did I. The dog had now approached the edge of it's yard and was heading onto the paved road. No oncoming traffic...nothing to distract it...it was heading diagonally across the two lane road toward the gravel road...and us.
With still another 500 feet to go before we got to our driveway, I picked up the pace, pain and all. I just didn't want that dog to get near us...near me. I thought I heard someone call out to the pitt, but then again it could have just been the wish I heard so loudly floating around in my mind.
It seemed to take forever to get up that road and to the gate. Quickly opening it and letting the dogs in first, I turned to see the proximity of the white muscular pit. Just as it got to the corner edge of our fence, it stopped looking through me within the confines of the fence confines. Stopping short, it wheeled around and began to trot back down the road toward it's owner calling loudly looking over it's shoulder back at us.
I was scared...scared for me yet more scared for Moon and Copper who, to my knowledge have never been in a fight with another dog! I was not only afraid that I wouldn't be strong enough to control them but also that I wouldn't be able to control the other dog!
Oh, one more thing. Unlike Virginia, there is a leash law here in Connecticut. For that I am grateful. If I continue to see loose dogs, I will most definitely call the warden. After all, if my dogs are on leashes, then others should be as well. Although it sounds as if I am against pit-bulls, I am not. Copper is part pit-bull. What I am against is a dog that is not leashed or under control of it's master.