|Maya and Theo, cooling and drinking.|
I usually encounter him while running, and he pulls the dogs well off the trail into the woods, which I appreciate. Most of them seem friendly enough, but meeting two or three German Shepherds or rottweilers head-on can be a bit intimidating. They are a formidable looking group, to say the least, but the dogs seem intent on the trail and usually don't pay much attention to me.
|I love this walking formation:|
Maya out front, flanked by Theo and
Max about a step behind. It's really
good where the trail is narrow.
Most of the dogs I see him walking are shepherds, which is why I call him the shepherd guy, but I'm never sure if they are the same or different dogs. The one dog who is always with him, though, is a smaller, blond, mixed-breed dog with erect ears like a shepherd. Sometimes he has a rottweiler and a shepherd. They are all beautiful dogs.
|Maya and Max|
|Where the trail is wide, they spread out a bit, but not always.|
On our third meeting that day he asked me if I was interested in adopting a dog, he said it was a shame to be out running without one. I explained that my current circumstances didn't allow for it, but I'd love to someday.
|Max, Trooper, and Maya|
|Trooper can handle three miles pretty well.|
|Barkley, Max, and Maya|
|Barkley and Max, having a drink when we got back|
to the van.
|Maya and Theo|