It's like I am a dog--my body turned slightly away from him and I do not make direct eye contact. I see he is wearing a plaid shirt, and that the pitbull is in the doorway and another man in dreadlocks stands behind the pitbull, but I do not know the color of the first man's shirt. He is saying things at me, things about positive energy and how animals can sense your energy, and he understands--stereotypes and all--but it's all about staying cool, you know?
The pitbull is in the doorway but it wasn't just moments ago. It was muscling its body toward me silently. I saw it and yelled.
"Hey! Hey! Your dog!"
And the man in the plaid shirt came running yelling "Vicious! Vicious! Get inside!" He was slapping and pulling at her.
I just want to get away. It is a dark night and it is too late but he is lecturing me as his precious Vicious hovers just inside the house.
1 comment:
YuK. What a jerk. I hate it when people let their *vicious* dogs run loose. They should be fined or arrested or something.
Elizabeth
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