Or at least that's what it seemed like tonight as Amy and I were taking her dog-sitting charge, Sandy, for a pleasant evening stroll around the block. The walk had been uneventful, we had just turned around and were heading towards home when suddenly she gasped and jumped into me. I turned just in time to see this GIANT golden dog positively leap out of the dark bushes and descend on Sandy! For a stunned few seconds, Amy and I stood there unsure of what to do. Did we pull Sandy towards home as fast as we could? Nope; the big guy kept leaping after us. Did we let the dogs do their thing and save ourselves? Bad idea there too...Amy was mighty protective of that pup, and there was no way we were leaving him to the mercy of this massive beast. We tried for home, he kept following. Even jumped straight into the gated-in front patio area of a friend's house--before growing tired of that and making for the front door! Yikes.
Somehow, in the time it took me to powerwalk Sandy home to safety, a leash was produced and fastened around this collarless-canine's neck. Amy and I set out back down the street, almost being more in tow of the dog than he was of us. We made it to the house of the dark shrubbery and knocked on the door...and were lucky enough to find Brady's home. I think a part of us wanted to run home ourselves after that, to avoid any more creatures that might be lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce with no warning. We got home, we slammed and locked the door, and we gave Sandy a treat for behaving so gallantly in the face of danger. And Amy and I curled up on the couch and watched a happy movie together, momentarily forgetting our harrowing encounter on a dark street, on a dark night...
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