Dogs

I was taking Bruno on his afternoon walk. I was listening to Janis Joplin on my headphones. The sun was shining. We were having a lovely, meditative walk, the two of us. Gentle was the day, gazing at gardens and houses and the people going about their day.

A Malamute came the other way, the one on the ridiculously long lead. When the owner of the Malamute saw us coming towards him, he walked the Malamute onto the road to pass us on the other side of the parked cars, but when we came next to each other it was at a gap in the parked cars.

Bruno growled at the Malamute, which I have seen around before. It growled at Bruno.

That is really unusual for Bruno, as he gets on well with everybody – the only exception is a friend’s French bulldog, but that is because the French bulldog has attacked Bruno from when Bruno was a puppy, and after Buddy died, Bruno, maybe in his grief, just wasn't going to take it any longer.

I reckon Bruno sensed the aggression in the Malamute and was just standing up for himself. The size difference is significant, Bruno wasn't afraid. David and Goliath.

The owner of the Malamute said something about Bruno shouldn't make eye contact with the Malamute, which gave me a shiver, to tell you the truth.

I've never really like Malamutes that much, after two of them attacked Buddy on separate occasions.

We kept walking, of course, and the gorgeous day soon wiped any memory of the meeting away.