He was doing his nightly garbage run, up and down driveways looking for leftovers, with his head down while trotting along.
He damn near bumped into me while I was walking backwards saying “Whoa! Whoa!” He took off like a shot.
They are big, like a German Sheppard. But skinny and wild.
Scared me pretty good!
Your comment reminds me of a story. A guy I know shot a coyote while he was in college. He and his roommates lived in a house off campus. They had the coyote hanging from a tree, skinning it for the fur when a woman walked along.
Being college boys they started to tease her and ask if they had her dog. Unfortunately, she had lost a German Shepherd a day or so before and called the cops on them. They had to do a lot of explaining to get out of it.
The same guys used to keep a .22 semi-auto pistol on the kitchen table, since they lived in a really crappy house. There was a rat hole in the baseboard behind the heating stove, just like you see in the cartoons, with two .22 caliber holes just above it. The gun was on the table in case they saw the rat (saw this with my own eyes). Needless to say they didn't care much about how they treated the house.