Today was a little more harrowing. My plan has been to walk one dog and then the other; however, on my way back home with Starbuck, we saw a small moose in the road. It was just standing there, looking up the hill at us. I texted Janelle, uncertain of what my next move should be.
Thankfully, a car came and the young moose seemed to leave the area. It was then that I realized that the moose was not a baby like I thought, but (although still young) quite a bit bigger than me. I was actually a little relieved because that explained why I didn’t see a mama moose around.
We were past the point where we saw the moose enter the woods that I saw it, and it was closer to the road than I thought. I decided to pick up the pace and continue on. It was only when it was directly across the road from us that Starbuck noticed the moose and started barking at it, making its hackles rise. I sped up even more saying that it was a nice moose and we were just heading home.
Fortunately, we were passing the neighbors whose dogs are always in their fenced yard. Their barking seemed to distract the moose enough for Starbuck and me to make our getaway—which I did while still trying to take a couple of pictures. Trust me, the moose looked a lot bigger and closer in person.
I did not take River for a walk after that.