Blood brother
When Loca and I were walking in the park yesterday, we caught up with what could have been my brother misplaced at birth and his dog. We were catching up on houseguests and an Irish Wolfhound puppy, when suddenly we heard this woman screaming. It was his dog then my dog going after a squirrel. Once that hysteria died down, the woman’s dog reached out and bit Loca on the nose and I saw blood drops spraying. She looked indignant at me as if all of this was my fault.
My brother in kind said keep walking, we’re going to get blamed because of not having the dogs on a leash. So we moved as fast as we could past her and her not so nice dog.