Ok, I did meet a pack of dogs coming out of a little
village near Ganzo, in Galicia. Fortunately, I was not
alone on that stretch (I'd've been terrified if I
was). I forget the name of the village, we just passed
through it.
We were walking along the path, already outside of the
village -- typical gallego village in every way --
when a pack of five or six dogs started running toward
us. We had then stopped right before leaving the
village proper where John, the other pilgrim, was
adjusting his pack, quite calm. He said don't worry,
they won't bother us.
I said, "Uuuh ... I think they ARE bothering us,
they're running toward us!"
He replied, still calm, "Well, we have our sticks."
That didn't provide me with any comfort. I was scared
and they continued running, heading down the main path
now toward us. And you know how dogs are with fear.
Then, blessedly, the dogs' owner called them back and
they turned around. But that was very, very close. I'm
not sure we would have been able to fight off five or
six rather large dogs determinedly aiming toward us
...
Then, on a meseta-like path (but before the actual
Meseta), I was alone -- totally alone, no one near --
when I saw two dogs aiming along, just walking. I
tried to look as calm as possible as I turned down a
path that was kind of off the actual Camino. But they
ignored me and walked on. (whew!) So after a decent
interval, I turned back to the Camino path and they
had disappeared.
My other canine experiences were all positive. Once, I
tripped and fell down in the main street in
Castrojeriz, got scraped a bit and they patched me up
in one of the main bars there.
A lovely German shepherd wanted to walk with me when I
continued on. The bar owners said he'd accompany me to
Mostelares, he was a pilgrim dog. Oooohhh, I WISH I
remembered his name now because he was actually a
well-known perro peregrino. He supposedly died that
same season.
The other time, I walked some etapas with a couple of
Austrian girls accompanied by two dogs, one large and
one small. I got a chance to see what real perro
peregrinos were like to be in charge of.
I did feel for them, in the heat of those sections.
But they were fed and rested well, and did get lots of
water.
Those were my canine experiences. I'm still somewhat
afraid of dogs along the Way, especially if I ever
decide to do some in France.