dog

This week it was a dog. At the end of a nearly two hour long time whiling stroll through the unfamiliar parts of the neighborhood, a little squeaky type dog for some strange reason decided that I should not be walking in that particular direction. It was strange because earlier it did not mind me going the other way. It was rearing and bouncing two feet away, unleashed. I walked away, paying it little attention. After I got away from it, at a safe distance, I lost control and my heart started racing a bit. Some dog owners should be more considerate.