So I'm riding my bike and I hear this dog coming towards me. I stop, turn around, and this poor dog is dragging his rear as he's running on his front legs to me. Both rear legs have bandages on them. The owner is yelling, "Frederick, NO!" Frederick doesn't care.
The owner never makes an appearance, although I can hear her calling from the house. So I get off the bike and walk up towards the house, figuring she doesn't have legs either.
She comes out, and I find out that Frederick was hit by a car years ago and the bandages are to help him get his knees up to use the legs. Now, I know dogs can get around fine when they're missing a few legs, but I still figure it can't be good for them to drag their body over landscape rocks.
I tell the woman I have to get back to my ride, and she says, "bye!"
Frederick is still not happy with me, although he has come over to sniff. I pause, and say, "Well, gotta go." Frederick barks and readies himself to chase me on the bike. I say, "He's going to follow me onto the road again."
She says, "Frederick, don't! This is a nice lady."
I say, "You need to hold him by the collar."
And she actually looked like it was a new concept to her. Poor Frederick.