The Dog Park, by Mark Tulin – Friday Flash Fiction
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The Dog Park, by Mark Tulin
29/5/2020
At the dog park, I release Yoni, my chihuahua, so that he could exercise and mingle with the other canines. A pit bull turns, and sniffs Yoni like a delicious piece of meat.
“Oh, he’s fine,” yells the dog’s owner. “He just looks scary.”
Yoni shivers with fear as he doesn't venture far. Soon, the dog moves menacingly past Yoni and heads toward me. Before I could hurdle the fence of the dog park, the pit bull clamps onto my leg, leaving a bite mark the size of Texas.
“Oh, he doesn’t normally do that,” says the apathetic dog owner.
Crow On The Wire 
This poem reminded me so much of the stories my dad would tell of apathetic German Shepherd owners!
I can relate. Santa Barbara is a dog park mecca.
My dad would encounter said “friendly” growling Shepherds when making house calls with parishioners.
Poor guy. So many obstacles on the way to good deeds.
He took it in all stride. 😉
That’s good.
Your story resonated with me. Since being attacked by a pit bull while walking by on a street in Fortaleza, Northeast Brazil, I no longer trust pit bulls no matter how loving their owners may declare them to be.
I share that horror in real life too, Rosaliene. I still have dreams about it.
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