The Dog

I tend to have problems with dogs. I think they can sense my fear. I however, have never had a problem with them at church, that is until today. Simply put, I stepped on a seeing eye dog twice today at church. Honestly, this girl's dog is so good and quiet you hardly know that he is there. That is kind of the problem, I just forgot about him, and bam my foot came down on his paw. (Which was a little worse because of my pointy heels.) Needless to say he wasn't so quiet then. Everyone around me soon knew he was there. I mumbled a sorry. The dog did not look happy. I was quite watchful of him for a while, but church is a good bit of time and soon I forgot about him again. Seriously, this dog is silent, and I really think he silently snuck farther under me, because the next thing I know I uncross my leg, bring it down, and bam the dog has been hit again. He jumped up, and that normally calm, loving dog is staring me down. It kind of made me a little nervous. Anyway the last hour of church, I slid completely away from him and his owner. It may have seemed a little anti-social to both of them, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do. Afterward his owner asked me if I was allergic to him. "Oh, no." I replied. "I just have a cold and wanted to lean my head against the wall." Which was true. I however, did not mention the fact that if I hit her dog one more time, I was afraid he would attack me. And although that would have made a better story, bite marks are not very becoming.