On my run in the country this evening I was approached by three people in a pick-up truck – two men, one older than the other, and a young girl in the cab. Major didn’t bark or growl, but I was immediately struck with fear. Before the driver said a word, I thought, Am I about to get shot?
He was polite. He even excused himself for interrupting my run.
“Have you seen a brown pit bull mix running around?” he asked.
I shook my head, wishing I’d brought my cell phone. “No, I don’t think so.”
“He’s been gone about an hour and we think he’s nearby.”
I shook my head again and shrugged. I watched the driver reach his hand towards the console and again I thought, Is this when I get shot? Or is this an abduction?