I had just taken
Moki outside early in the morning. About one hundred feet away, I
see two little girls outside with a little, fat, white dog without a
leash. The dog looks at Moki and starts running toward us as fast as
its little legs could carry it. We couldn’t make it to our door in
time, so I start yelling at the top of my lungs, “NO! NO! NO!”
and pointing to the dog. Finally, it stops ten feet in front of us.
A woman hurries
over to where we are and picks up the dog. She says, “It won’t
bite.”
I said, “I didn’t
want it to attack my dog.” She took the dog away.
It seemed like Moki
trusted me even more after this. He had been wagging his tail a lot,
but after this, he wagged all the time. It was like I proved that I
could protect him, and now he trusted me to provide and protect. I
did my job which now allowed him to do his job: be a dog.
