One of the scariest things I had to deal with when I was a kid was dogs. In the warm months I would walk to and from school. Occasionally the timing of those walks would intersect with a dog that was extremely put out by my proximity to his nose. The furiously barking dogs were scary but the silent ones were the worst. They would already be halfway across the yard by the time the movement registered in my peripheral vision. My brain would frantically search for evidence of some sort of leash and then it would look at the ground near my feet for a worn down patch that signaled how far that leash reached. Hopefully that worn spot was between me and the dog. Now all there was to do was hold my breath and hope that this wasn’t that final lunge that broke through that flimsy looking collar.
on April 15, 2011 at 12:00 am