A Runaway Dog Foils Idyllic 12 Mile Trail Run

Miss "Courage Under Fire" What the boys were up to while I was running.

Okay, maybe it wasn't idyllic. 45 degrees Fahrenheit, windy, and spitting rain, Hannah and I start off on weekly long run. 2 miles into the run we get to a four way intersection where a lady is finishing her walk with her black dog. She puts the dog in the bed of her truck. As Hannah (off leash) and I approach, the dog starts barking at Hannah, leaps out of the truck and chases her with a mean-sounding snarl. Dog chases Hannah 1/4 mile up a trail we never run on and then the dog finally turns and comes back. Dog's owner scuttles after dog and offers a sideways apology as I run after Hannah.
I assume Hannah will wait for me at the top of the hill, so I just run along behind her. I call to her several times, she looks back at me, waits, then keeps going. Surely she will stop and wait for me at some point.
A side note- Hannah was attacked and bitten by a Rottweiler once while I was running on the river in Germany. This is totally crazy because most German dogs are really well trained, but from the gossip between the dog-walkers on the river, this lady and her mean dogs were somewhat notorious. The people I talked to about this (including the owner of a tiny dachshund that helped me the day Hannah was bitten) said that lady should not let her dogs off leash. SO, Hannah has a substantiated fear of other dogs when they are off leash. Still, she's always waited for me in the past. And it starts dumping rain now. I'm trying to shield both my GPS and my iPod from the wet.
I run up a mile in pursuit of her, down a trail I am not familiar with. It's really grey outside, raining harder now, and to top it off, I'm listening to a Halloween podcast from This American Life, with scary stories. I'd just finished the one about the lady being attacked by a rabid raccoon that didn't die until it had been beaten with a tire iron more than 50 times. So I'm a little frightened, and now alone on a strange trail. I decide to head home and hope she made it back. I see some Military Police in their Jeeps, shooting the breeze on an adjoining trail. Clearly startled by my sudden presence, they tell me they haven't seen any random dogs running at warp speed. Great. I get 3/4 miles from home and see Kevin's car heading towards me.
I ask him if he'd seen Hannah. "Why?" he asks. Then he lets me breathlessly tell the whole story. Finally he tells me that she's at home. That she'd come to the door scratching like crazy to get in. I was mad at him for letting me go on and on, but from his perspective it must have freaked him out too... Hannah came home alone 35 minutes after we left for a run, with me no where in sight. Kevin had loaded the boys in the pj's to come find me.
At least she's okay, and at least she knows her way home, even though I was lost for about 10 minutes in the woods.
Kevin made me finish my run, which turned out to be pretty good, despite the yucky weather and lack of a running partner. It was a 12 mile run, with 6 slow miles at first, then 6 fast miles. The second 6 miles I kept a 8:29 pace. Not terrific, but better than I thought.