Who Let The Dogs Out..

Today’s Workout:  35 minutes weights-Boy did that feel great, 6.5 speed work miles 8:00 warm up, 7:04, 6:59, 6:59, 6:54, 6:44, 8:30 cool down.  I kept the incline at .5 for most of the workout and lowered it to 0 for the last 2 speed miles.***

 I usually run 2 miles about 4-5 days a week with my furry little friend Izzy.  Izzy loves to run and quite frankly I love running with her because it is so carefree and stress relieving. (well it used to be).  I never really care about pace or time and  I look forward to coming home from work, lacing up my shoes, and going out for quick little jaunt.  It clears my head, releases Izzy’s pent up energy, and keeps me from eating my stress away in the pantry.

The problem is that lately almost every time we run we have been getting attacked and chased by big dogs off of leashes.  I whole heartedly admit to having a major phobia of big dogs.  I was not raised around animals at all and have always had a major fear of dogs.  I am getting better about this but I literally have been known to cry big alligator tears at the mere sight of a dog.

For the last year Izzy and I have had our favorite little route that we would always take.  1 mile out and 1 mile back on a nice little dead end road filled with farm land.  Suddenly for some reason the people that live down this little street decided they no longer need to chain their dogs up and we get attacked by the same German Shepherd every single time.  It chases after us from the beginning and I end up having to pack Izzy in fear the dog may eat her alive as a small treat.  So much for being a nice and relaxing run.

After fighting this fiasco for several weeks and having major anxiety over whether or not the “mean dog” would be out I decided to map out a new route. I found a little rural road next to a church west of my house and was excited to try something new.  The run was going great and I was happy to be trying out a new little route when all of a sudden about a mile into the run 2 big dogs came out of nowhere.  They chased after Izzy and ended up knocking me to the ground in the process. I fell to the ground hard and was trying to hang onto Izzy’s leash in fear they might eat her for dinner. While trying to keep a tight hold on Izzy and brace myself for the fall I ended up landing on my right wrist and cutting my finger incredibly deep.  I have been ignoring the wrist pain and hiding the cut with band aids while praying it doesn’t need stitches. 

After taking 3 days off of running the dog I decided to make a last ditch effort and just run on the highway.  I know this is probably unsafe and not ideal but north of my house there is a wide highway with a pretty wide shoulder.  The first two times I took this route I thought that we had finally found the answer to our prayers problems and that we were in the clear but I was wrong.  Yesterday we went out and were just enjoying the cool nighttime weather when out of nowhere bam there is another German Shepherd leaping towards us.  I picked Izzy up and the dam big dog followed us all the way back to my house jumping up and taunting Izzy the entire way.

Anyway I don’t know what the point of this rant  post is but I guess I am just looking for advice?
Anyone ever had this problem?
Should I go talk to the dog owners and ask them to chain up their dogs?
Should I just get over my phobia of big dogs and assume that all dogs are nice and wont harm us?
Should I take my brother in laws suggestion and shoot the big dogs with pellet guns?
I am really just at my wits end and looking for any tips you might have.