Solo, middle of nowhere. Sultry afternoon.
Quite suddenly, one, then two, then five, now ten farm dogs, barking viciously, advance slowly. Trekking poles swinging wildly, standing my ground growling back. I am almost surrounded. No time to look for rocks.
Past visions of seeing farm dogs fighting each other in a gyroscope of dust and bodies had me ready for the worst. I inch back slowly off their territory and, thank God, live to see another day.
I’ve dealt with dogs before and find that pretending to pick up a rock usually works. But I’ve never had to deal with an emboldened pack. What would you have done in this situation to be better prepared if things got bad? Does bear spray work on dogs?

And just to show I love dogs!
