Go, you chicken fat, go away!

My wife, bless her heart, has been trying to do everything this Christmas season.  She hardly sleeps.  Well, it all caught up with her as she's now a little under the weather.  I woke up early and knowing she wouldn't be going on her walk, decided to do my run while it was still dark out.  It was only 6:30am, so there were people out.  But I haven't run in the dark for a while, so I brought my headlamp.  Not that it did me any good to be able to see better, but at least it would let people see me coming.  My Runkeeper goes off every 5 minutes.  It tells me the distance I've gone and my overall pace.  Right before the first 5 minute alert I could see that I was coming up on an old man with a rather large dog.  The alert went off and I thought he heard it because the dog started walking next to him making me think he'd pulled it in with the leash.  However, the dog was not on a leash and I'm pretty sure I spooked the guy as I said good morning.  The dog started running toward me and even ran next to me for a little bit.  I told it to stay. 
Coming back down the Canal Road I saw a zanjero truck pull up to the radial gate on Adobe.  There's a gage they have to check several times a day to make sure the canal levels are on point.  Then he crossed Adobe and parked in front of the well.  It was still darkish, so I hollered at him and asked if he was Mosiah.  He said his name was Jared.  Just then another runner approached me and asked me what the name of the road was.  I said it was Adobe.  He said, "Adobe?"  I said, "Yes."  He asked, "So that up there is Brown Road?"  "Yes, it is."  "And Lindsay is that way?"  I said, "Yes, it's two and a half miles that way."  He said, "I should have gone to the other canal."  I laughed, "Yes, you should have," as if I have any idea what was going through his mind.