Sometimes You Just Get Attacked

This morning I was attacked by three dogs. Two German Shepherds and one Mastiff named Tank (he weighs over 200 pounds).

I have been a runner my entire life, and I have been attacked by many dogs, but I have never been bitten. I had never been bitten.

But this was a rare moment with a pack of LARGE dogs. They came at me at full speed, into the road, straight at me. I couldn’t focus on all of them at the same time. I shouted for them to stop, but Tank was unstoppable. In a flash, he bit my arm. It felt like he hit it, and then he let go. He and his buddies retreated back to their house.

I am thankful. I could not have defended myself against all three of them.

Before leaving my house this morning, I had committed every situation that I was to face, to the Lord. I went outside and cleaned up garbage that three bears had spread out in my yard the night before. Then, I started my run.

God is our protector, our defender. Trust him with this moment, this day, and give him thanks.