From across the road, we saw a huge white dog playing in the park. Racing around, having a ball. Great, I thought. Jet can have a play with a new friend. Jet must've been thinking the same thing, he wanted to bolt over. In the park, the white dog's owner grabbed her dog and leashed him. Oh. Maybe she thinks we're intimidated by the size of her dog.

I was about to call out, "Is it OK if our dogs play?" but she was scrambling to get a muzzle on her dog. Oh. Maybe it's a dog that bites other dogs. In the second that I decided to leave the park, her dog busted free of the muzzle, free of the lead, and it was attacking Jet. I thought I saw the white dog's teeth sink into Jet's back. I was saying, "Oh my god oh my god oh my god," and I hauled Jet up onto my shoulder. He wasn't injured. The woman said sorry, leashed her dog, and left.