The other day I was taking my puppy for a quick lunchtime stroll around the neighborhood when I noticed a loose dog.
Fortunately, I saw him before they saw each other. I turned around and darted into a cul de sac where we would be out of sight.
I didn’t know this particular loose dog, and I had no idea how he or Brodie would react to a chance encounter. My husband was home so I whipped out my cellphone and whispered, “Come get us! There’s a loose dog! Hurry!” (I guess I whispered because I was afraid the dog would understand and race over?)