close call with gizmo tonight. still freaked by it. lucked out.
quick recap:
1. walking the pups down a quiet street (north/south).
2. ~100 yards from palmetto (cars go 50+ mph, very busy road) (west/east).
3. someone's dogs just bumrush a weak fence and my dogs freak.
4. by the time i realize it, a few seconds later, gizmo is ~40+ yards from me, running full speed towards palmetto.
5. so i had to hit the afterburners with james to catch him.
6. i didn't even know i was running with james.. i just reacted into a full speed sprint knowing he was closing in on the busy street. kind of had that "impending doom feeling", and just went all out.
7. once i got to him, about 20-30 yards from the street, he finally stopped and i also realized james had been flying with me.
was insane. never had that happen to me before.
luckily he was running with the leash attached, it probably slowed him down a bit. even so, he was flying with it dragging against the ground. normally gizmo doesn't even move if i'm not holding the leash, he hates it dangling on the ground etc. he'll just freeze. but this incident freaked him so bad he just took off.
whenever i'm by a road with cars, i hold the leash tighter, just in case something like that happens. so i was kind of holding it relaxed because we were in such a quiet spot. never in a million years would i expect him to freak AND just take off non-stop. now i'll be more aware of that.
i'm still surprised/baffled at how far he was, only a few seconds later. i mean he was def very far from me, it was insane. a true holy shit moment.
so lucky.
