However, what I do know is that these dogs are fighters and they need to be trained. This one obviously wasn't. Its owner was a drunk, hollering after him but clearly having zero control over his pet. (If you ask me, people like that shouldn't be allowed to own dogs. Period. All they do is pose a danger to others by not knowing how to look after them. Can't blame the dogs, they don't know any better...)
We heard the dog crying out, the cows mooing in distress and suddenly they were charging across the green, the dog having bitten down on one of the cows' snouts and holding on for dear life. What a sight!
Generally the cows around here are quite docile. They graze on the commons and really don't mind us going about our daily business. When they get agitated, however, it's a whole different ball game. And a pack of cows coming charging at you is quite an intimidating spectacle, and dangerous!
To make a long story short, neither cows nor dog would let go and it took quite a few back-and-forth charges across the green and a brave Samaritan to get the dog away from the cows. We were left staring at the clearly distressed and now injured cow(s) while the onlookers slowly dispersed.
Needless to say that we called it a day at that point. Never a boring sesh at running club, I tell you that! I think I got roughly 3 1/2 miles under my belt, but it looks like this week is going to be chalked up as a slow one in terms of training.
I'm taking another night off tonight, being in dire need of some girlfriend time... But after last week's super-training, I guess a slow week won't hurt.
To end this post on a positive note, let me brag about this incredibly amazing and über-tasty salad that yours truly created last night before partaking in yet another marathon-Olympics-watching session on the couch (grilled chicken courtesy of G and his BBQ). It was the diggity-bomb. For real.