It finally happened - a wild, scruffy scottie dog tried to nip my heels as I passed his domain. I escaped by shouting loudly - 'Help! Help! The dog of the camino is trying to kill me!' until an ancient crone came out of the house and chased the devil dog off. It was a close thing, but I survived.
Lit a candle to St. Roche.
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