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A Dog Story
Nov. 19th, 2021 12:00 amMy son is only a small dog. Very vulnerable. He hurts easily and is therefore really aware of his body. I raised him well. He is very well socialized with other dogs, but if they're not super careful they can easily go too far.
I will protect him, I will stand between any danger.
There is a new dog in the neighborhood. Awkward and gangly, an unproportionate teenager. He has not been raised well (yet anyway). His over enthusiasm gets him in to trouble.
Today is a dreary day, my favorite. I get to walk in silence only meeting other dogs and their owners. My son has stopped near a corner, I can tell from his body language he is anxious. I step forward and see the teen from a distance, I feel my hackles rising. When he notices us, no owner in sight, he starts running. Much too fast the teen is storming towards my fragile boy. A growl escapes my lips as I step between them, growing in size. No. The teen stops, unsure of himself. He doesn't recognize me as one of his own. What is this strange human doing? A growl reverberates deep in my throat as I say "back off". Uncertain the lanky boy tries to pass me by to say hello to my son, but I know him and I know he won't do it calmly, I know he won't stay polite and I step in his path. Giving up the teenager turns around, there, his owner calling him and zooms away. I turn around and kneel to my little man, he is relaxed again and happily wags his tail as we make eye contact. My posture has changed into a relaxed stance, internally my tail wags back to him and we continue on our walk.
I will protect him, I will stand between any danger.
There is a new dog in the neighborhood. Awkward and gangly, an unproportionate teenager. He has not been raised well (yet anyway). His over enthusiasm gets him in to trouble.
Today is a dreary day, my favorite. I get to walk in silence only meeting other dogs and their owners. My son has stopped near a corner, I can tell from his body language he is anxious. I step forward and see the teen from a distance, I feel my hackles rising. When he notices us, no owner in sight, he starts running. Much too fast the teen is storming towards my fragile boy. A growl escapes my lips as I step between them, growing in size. No. The teen stops, unsure of himself. He doesn't recognize me as one of his own. What is this strange human doing? A growl reverberates deep in my throat as I say "back off". Uncertain the lanky boy tries to pass me by to say hello to my son, but I know him and I know he won't do it calmly, I know he won't stay polite and I step in his path. Giving up the teenager turns around, there, his owner calling him and zooms away. I turn around and kneel to my little man, he is relaxed again and happily wags his tail as we make eye contact. My posture has changed into a relaxed stance, internally my tail wags back to him and we continue on our walk.
