Flashes of Panic

I’m dog-sitting, again, for the famous dog. He’s due for a walk, and I’ve been thinking that instead of his usual lap around the local elementary school, I should take him a little way down one of the nearby trails, a sort of single-track nature trail with a trailhead at the school.

The problem with this idea, though, is the dog’s size. Anyone meeting or passing us would have to get by a dog who easily fills the width of the trail, and is tough for me to handle because he still significantly outweighs me, even with my recent endomorphism. I’ve been the pedestrian in these canine-human meetings before; the dogs mean well, but they don’t really understand what’s up.

I’m thinking we would need someone to walk in front of us with a red flag, like they used to mandate for automobiles on public roads in Britain.