D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

The dog was very brave. After getting spooked when we were almost at the park and turning back—there was a nice man who asked how old she was, terrifying—the next day she took me all the way in, and then we found it was full of kids. She's horribly scared of kids; it may all go back to the day we adopted her at the shelter and she was wearing a cone and I had to lead her to the car, which the housemate had parked in the suburbs of Ulan Bator, and when we were almost at this unfamiliar vehicle that she was trying to trust would not take her to penal servitude, a mother let her two brats run over screaming to pet the doggie. She shucked her collar and the cone, leaving me with a useless leash, and if the housemate hadn't darted forward and somehow managed to engulf her, she would still be running free in the North Bay hills. But she stiffened up and didn't try to drag me away from the kids. She led me alongside the playground and even when a banshee scream came from one of the climbing frames, she only shuddered a little and headed for the path with the fewest kids.