Our walk was interrupted by an enormous black lab puppy. The owner was a young woman, literally a football field away, screaming the dog’s name.
Trying desperately to keep Jake from devouring the dog, I kept reassuring him that it was okay and that this goofy intruder was a good boy.
It worked, no one took a bite out of anyone but I was shocked when the young woman finally reached us without a shred of urgency. There was a moment of eye contact, no apology for not having her 50 pound puppy on a leash, nothing. It was eerie. I joked about his big feet, still nothing. It was like I wasn’t even there. (maybe I wasn’t).
She continued to scream at this smiling goofball and when she finally got the leash to click, away she went … still yelling at her toddler.
I thought about how differently that encounter could have turned out and I felt blessed.
Blessed knowing that no one was hurt, really blessed that I wasn’t dragged by my sled team and so very thankful that I wasn’t raised that way.
What is this world coming to? Am I on TV?
If I was her mother … glad I’m not.
yeah what she said …