Today I traversed through four states and the District. I suppose it could be said that I traversed nearly 10% of the United States of America. Also, I was (momentarily) involved in a police chase this morning. Um... no, that's not really related to my driving all over the place; and it's not related to my dog story. Dog story, you ask? OK, I'll tell you. Mind you, it's not really that interesting... but alas, it is...
Approximately thirty minutes were spent tracking a dog through the woods until the animal control guys found me. I was out in the field coming up MD 210 when I came upon a big Saint Bernard slowly ambling across the arterial highway. I slammed on my brakes and thankfully so did everyone else beside and behind me.
The red truck to my left did everyone and the dog an extremely helpful service, as the driver -- in a moment of courtesy, generosity, and all-around friendliness -- decided to honk his horn at the dog. The dog stopped... slowly turned its head back at the truck... and then a couple seconds later kept on trotting along.
The dog looked pretty old and not in the best of shape; and considering that I was in my field gear and the dog was sauntering about a State highway: clearly it was my authority to get involved. So I pulled over to the shoulder whilst the dog continued its slow walk across the highway. I stepped out of my car, reached into the back seat, and unsheathed my machete. It didn't quite occur to me that this may give the wrong impression to the motorists nearby...
I tracked the dog into the woods and called Animal Control; and they arrived in about 5 minutes -- pretty good considering I was out in the middle of nowhere. I'm thinking that the machete may have helped send a couple people reaching for their mobiles.
...I think there was some other stuff today, but meh no one needs to read about that; and frankly my memory is not good enough to remember it all.