Smart dog

As my mother and I were walking home one evening, we turned the corner and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end: My nightmare had come to life. There was a monstrous, stray dog at the other corner.

I picked up the pace. Must…reach…the…gate…before…

Too late.

The dog began to run, barking wildly.

I ran faster.

I got to our home, opened the gate…

and slammed it shut. Leaving my mother on the other side.

She stood there as the dog ran within 50 feet of her at which point, he slammed on the brakes sliding on his butt to stop himself, staring in disbelief at the Amazon who stood there, arms folded looking at him with her don’t-mess-with-me-and-my-baby-I-have-killed-men-for-less look. The dog gave a half-hearted bark, then ran back the way he had come.

I wasn’t so lucky as she turned those eyes on me.