As usual Rennie insisted on leaving the room and proceeded to immediately doing his business. I bagged dutifully and left the bag at the side for pick-up on my way back when that thunderous voice of what could have been a woman Marine sergeant said, "you are not going to leave that here"? Suppressing something like " no I was going to leave it for you", I just told her that I was going to dispose of it properly on my way back (I had also noticed by then the 3 dogs she had on the leash). I later saw them again with the dogs roaming and Rennie nervous. I kept on walking the other way, but I heard a commotion behind me and the three dogs were charging at us with the woman yelling at them but not getting them to return to her. I held on to Rennie tightly and at the top of my voice with outstretched arm I yelled " get baaaaaaack"! Two of them stopped in the track, Rennie slumped to the ground at the verociry of my voice, but the third one continued to charge. I repeated the command with a threatening step toward the fast approaching dog. Rennie also emboldened started to bark. The dog an Australian shephard with a quick look back and realizing he was alone, quickly pulled off. They departed after that and we had the beach to ourselves.
The waves were about 3 feet high.
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Mountain goat or dog in sheep clothing?
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