I set out with Nailah and Stormy at 5 pm taking the opposite direction from our usual walks.
I'm walking a killer dog. The leashes are tightly bound up in my right hand.
A woman with two cute Welsh terriers approaches from the direction we are going.
She greets us with friendly words, a balm to my anxious state. She doesn't know Nailah's a killer and I'm a careless dog owner.
We reach Ocean Park Blvd. with cars whizzing past. I walk toward the place where I can push a button to make a flashing signal light up, presumably stopping cars.
If a car doesn't stop, well that's okay. Expiation.
What was I thinking two days ago? Of course a Rhodesian ridgeback will attack a cat.
They're bred to be lion hunters.
I'm walking a killer dog. The leashes are tightly bound up in my right hand.
A woman with two cute Welsh terriers approaches from the direction we are going.
She greets us with friendly words, a balm to my anxious state. She doesn't know Nailah's a killer and I'm a careless dog owner.
We reach Ocean Park Blvd. with cars whizzing past. I walk toward the place where I can push a button to make a flashing signal light up, presumably stopping cars.
If a car doesn't stop, well that's okay. Expiation.
What was I thinking two days ago? Of course a Rhodesian ridgeback will attack a cat.
They're bred to be lion hunters.
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