I'm walking the dog, idly going over my day, looking for something to write about for tonight. I'm carrying a blue plastic bag full of dog poop courtesy of the trotting mammal beside me, and she and I go our usual route in companionable silence while I look for a garbage can.
The sudden outburst of aggression from a passing dog takes both Coco and I by surprise, but Coco can be pretty quick when she needs to be, and she circles my legs, putting me between her and her assailant. I've been working on being a little more conscious in my interactions with the world, so I'm really proud I neither kick the attacking dog, or upbraid the dog's owner for her lack of control, and everybody goes home feeling fine, even the dogs, once they've been properly introduced.
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