Dogs

I was taking Brun 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, with Janis. 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.

Brun growled at the Malamute, which I have seen him do before. It growled at Brun.

That is really unusual for Brun, 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 Brun from when Brun was a puppy, and after Buddy died, Brun, maybe in his grief, just wasn't going to take it any longer.

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

The owner of the Malamute said something about Brun 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.

And, what was Janis's message, Peace babe.