Such a help having a canine running companion. The full moon illuminated the darkest corners of the estate and I was trying to forget “Dracula” and his wolves when Credence Clearwater was shuffled to play Bad Moon Rising. 😳
My noble hound cringed as a fearful caravan cover came into sight and a small cat guarded its garden.
I was trying to dislodge a pizza from his jaws in the middle of the road (he obviously needed to comfort eat) when he squealed in terror and ran off. I screamed too (it was rude not to) and ran after him. As I made myself look back in terror a guy on his way to morning shift walked past avoiding all eye contact. He was dressed in black, to be fair...
Thanks dog.
Run finished anyway.