Dog is My Co-pilot

While waiting to cross the street after lunch today, my friend Matt and I were frightened by a dog.

My being scared by a dog isn't hard to imagine. I'm not really fond of that variety of household pet. But Matt is a sturdy guy (6 feet plus), and his boyfriend manages a veterinary clinic.

We were standing in the part of the street where a car parked next to the curb would be when an red-orange '80s muscle car went by. Neither of us noticed it coming, but we immediately became aware of the huge Hooch-esque dog hanging out of the passenger window that was barking maniacally. The dog was so far out the window he could have nipped my nose had he been more angry.

Must love dogs, indeed.