Cute Dog

I was walking down the street and I saw this middle-aged Asian man standing in the doorway of his home. He was just standing there, the door wide open, and he was watching his puppy play in the little strip of grass that ran along the sidewalk where I would soon be walking.

As I got closer to the dog, it saw me and, then, held completely still. I kept walking. I walked right passed the puppy. And then, as I was about ten feet away, I turned around to see it still staring at me, frozen in position. As I caught eyes with the beast, that’s when it bolted right for me.

The man screamed, “No… No! No!”

I stood still and the animal viciously, violently, tried to devour my shoelaces. The man ran-walked towards the dog and me. He bent down and picked up the dog and said, “Sorry. Sorry.”

“Cute dog,” I said.

“Yes. Yes. Thank you.”

“What’s his name?”

“Yes. Yes. Thank you.”

“Well, too bad you’re going to eat him later.”

“Yes. Yes…” he said.