The lights are off.
That's how I felt when a big as rotweiller came at us the other night on the run.
Terrified and scared is not how I felt. Powerless is how I felt.
And I hated it.
Nicky was great.
"Please come and get your dog. NOW" she demanded.
"NOW" she said again when they just laughed us off with a "he's okay... Just being friendly".
I just ... Lost power. I stood there, head bowed, shoulders hunched... Waiting for Nicky to fix it.
And she did.
When the adrenaline left I was left with anger. Anger that my power and control had been so quickly taken.
So I got my power back. I ran the hill.
I finished the run.