Fifteen minutes into my run today he came bounding up to me, tongue hanging out, a wide grin on his face that seemed to say "Play with me! PLAY! PLAY!". I ignored him and kept running until he was practically tripping me up, then I yelled at him to go home. He obviously didn't understand that. He kept coming after me. I thought once I strayed far enough from his home turf, he might turn around and go back wherever he came from, but he didn't.
For the next 20 minutes, he ran alongside me, as if he belonged to me, up and down the trail leading into Old West Road. I'd have to admit, I was really enjoying his company. There was a small uphill stretch where I was running along an open road and was quite concerned about him being run over as he was simply not listening to me when I yelled at him to run on the shoulder and get the hell off the road where cars were coming at 100Km/h. Fortunately it was a quiet back road and there weren't that many cars going by and I didn't stay on it too long.
He followed me all the way back to the rec center. I stopped to pet him. I thought I'd give the phone number on his collar a call, but once I got to the rec center, he took off after another runner. Oh well. I hope he gets home safe tonight.