As I write my best friend is curled up next to me catching some Z's. It's his modus operandi more now than ever. But, he deserves the rest since-------well, let the picture explain.
I felt so sad for the little guy last night. The Queen and I took him for a walk in the park behind our condo. He was on his leash sniffing the ground. It's one of his favorite things to do. It was then I looked over my left shoulder and saw a woman with her dog on a leash. They were about 80 yards away from us when their Cujo broke free and charged across the field gnashing his rather large teeth. He was headed straight for Charlie. Before I could grab the creeps leash he took a bite out of my boy. I can say this because I saw blood.
God only knows why it went insane. Then I thought, there are human animals who do the same. The owner was more than apologetic. I suppose, if I was one of those people I could have screamed and hollered about what a lousy mutt she had but I didn't. The only thing I said was, "Maybe he's having a bad day.?
Charlie was quaking in fear when we got back home and never left my side for the rest of the night. Being a parent at my age is agonizing when things don't go right.
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