Meanwhile, another man with an old dog were heading towards us. He said, "Oh, that's Myrtle. Myrtle is with that truck." Myrtle, I now saw, looked like a Basset hound. She was near a silver truck, but no owner was in sight. Myrtle started to approach Mocha. We just stood there to see if Myrtle would get close enough for the woman in the Harley jacket to catch her, but Myrtle stopped short of Mocha (good choice, probably).
At that point, I thought that the situation was under control - Myrtle had three people helping her. Mocha and I continued our short walk, and soon left to come home.
And today I remembered to put the Christmas collar on Mocha! She is now dressed for the season:
Ann and I had a good foggy run today. We left later than usual, and thought we would have some light to run in, but since it was so foggy, it didn't seem any different than usual. I felt pretty good, no walk breaks!
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