This morning I went on a run with my dog Rugby after I dropped Abby off at the bus stop. The bus pulled away and then stopped just a few yards later, then the driver yelled, "There’s a moose in the swamp." I said, "Ok, thanks." and went to the other side of the road for a look. It wasn’t Blondie and he wasn’t real close so I didn’t spend too much time looking before I went on my way. I continued on my run and noticed some wet spots on the pavement. I let my eyes follow the trail and lo and behold, there was another moose. He looked at me like he was afraid and about to run for the woods until I said, "It’s ok, you can stay and eat." I just kept jogging on the road until I heard a clippety-clop noise from somewhere behind me. I turned around just in time to see this moose jogging along with me before he abruptly stopped. I then started jogging again and amazingly so did he. This time when I wanted to see him I just turned my head a little and caught him in the act of running with me. Rugby, the oblivious puppy, didn’t even realize we had a thousand pound moose running with us. He followed us for about a quarter of a mile at about a five moose length distance away before stopping. I’ve been on alot of runs and now I can say I have been on a run with a moose.