Lise, Creepy Guy is one person in particular, who I first encountered right around Halloween. There's a thread in here called "Bizarro Ride (Long, kind of scary)" which I would link to if I knew how...

So I didn't see Creepy Guy again until a few weeks ago, when I spotted him way out of his presumed territory (civilization) and much too close for my comfort to The Middle Of Nowhere where I park my truck at the trail head. Going south, while I was going north, on my way back. Now I saw him again Saturday in the same place. I guess I'm becoming immune to how creepy he is, now that I have had three encounters and not been slaughtered.

I've had lots of exposure to Goldens, but am prejudiced against them since my ex-husband had one who snapped and snarled and ate toys and towels and was just generally unpleasant. I suspect that sometimes temperment qualities are overlooked when breeding successful obedience dogs- she was the daughter of another snappy, growly, unpleasant but very successful in the obedience ring dog. (If you've shown in obedience, you know the one, who wins, always, any class they are entered in, and everyone is lining up for a puppy sired by that dog.)

Still, I am sure there are more good than bad, but being knocked off your bike and breaking your pelvis or grinding your face into hamburger is the same end result whether caused by a playful pup or an incorrigible car/bike chaser.

It was a Golden who lives next door to my friend Tiffany, who ravaged her doubly-penned rabbits-(yes, in locked hutches, in a fenced rabbit yard, in a fenced whole yard of the house, so I guess that would be triple-y fenced), not once but twice. Imagine Tiffany, crying, searching the woods around her house for hours and hours, looking for her bunnies she'd had for over ten years, and finding only scraps of fur. Yeah, I love them, all right. And did the neighbors bother to apologize, or animal control do anything? Of course not.

Nanci