Giant dogs.

Hate 'em right now. Quarter tank of gas and hours of my life wasted chasing dog AGAIN. I stupidly thought that having run around earlier and it being bitch ass cold now he wouldn't go again. So I call work after looking for awhile and make sure hasn't already been picked up by Animal Control so I can relax. Nope. Figure his possible range in that amount of time is immense so just drive up and down some local busy streets making sure he's not on the side of the road. Give up as fruitless but glad nothing found. Friend from work calls back. Dog is there. AT WORK! Another co-worker almost hit him coming in and brought him down into the department. He received much love (he's a giant baby and a whore for petting) and passed out in the truck on the way home. Everyone at work decided that he must have been hanging around/following my scent since I bike or walk to/from work. Freaky coincidence but glad he's safe and not in poochie jail. And yet, GRRR! Bad dog!