Gone to the dogs.

Just after I posted about my morning routine and moving my walk/run to another place, my husband said 'you know now someone will find you where you are?'
And I replied that the one person who read the blog probably didn't live in the vaguest vicinity to us, and I think I said 'sigh' a lot when I replied thusly.

So the day after that conversation I drove into the car park, only to see another car parked where my car usually goes (you know, there are forty car parks in there but it's mine) 
I hesitated before pulling into the parking spot, pulled in a way.
Then I saw the owner of the car get out, then let out.. Her.. Two.. Dogs.
Yes folks that's right, not just a dog. Two dogs.

I again hesitated, and groaned. "You've got to be kidding me" I muttered to my steering wheel. I was tempted to turn back home, avoiding the dogs, but then had second thoughts, I told myself I'd regret missing my run, and that the ground was frosty ( I know, right? In November!) and I'd done the hard bit.. I was out of bed so might as well run.

I studiously avoided eye contact with the dog owner, who had one small yappy dog which seemed to have a pooping problem. Of the overdoing it variety. She spent most of the time chasing the yapper through the bushes collecting its deposits, which of course left the bigger dog to chase.. me! And the birds. 

After my run I sat in the car shaking my head at the absurdity of the situation. Nobody else would care about dogs on the running area I know, and probably nobody else cares now, but the ridiculousness of this happening within days of my post complaining about dogs running wasn't lost on me.

I've been back since and no dogs, no people, just grumpy me being happy alone.