This morning, I decided to go on a quick run with my dog, Scout, before work. While we were jogging down our usual path, a small pit mix ran up to us. My feelings went from confused to surprised to excited to protective of Scout, because you never know if a stranger dog is going to be nice to your pup right away.
The dog seemed harmless, so I checked her collar for a tag – nothing. She looked malnourished, but because she ran right up to me, I knew she had to be someone’s pet. I looked around to see if anyone was calling for her, but I heard nothing.