Yesterday Brenda and I rode 20 miles so I went easy this morning. I was just going to run up to the bank, stop at the grocery store, and then come home -- about 2 miles roundtrip.
But I forgot that the bank doesn't open until 9, so I decided to press on and make it a real ride. I went up to the Town Center to check on my geocache. Someone said they found it but the coordinates they needed for the next stage were illegible.
Yep, the person was right. I fixed it (temporarily until I can get a new one over there) but then realized that I had stepped in dog poop. Darn it! This is an area at the base of a staircase for a parking garage. It's very nicely maintained so whoever let their dog poop there and didn't clean it up was being a real jerk. Why do some people NOT clean up after their dogs?
So I scraped the best I could and then rode back down to the bank, which was now open, got some money and ran into the grocery store and then headed home. On the way home, a person walking her dog let it chase after me growling and snarling. Yes, it was on a leash (thank goodness), but the other dog with her was not. I get it -- the dog was old and not likely to chase anyone. But what if it had wandered into my path? Sheesh...
I like dogs. I like people who own dogs. I like people who are responsible about dog ownership best.