Walking along the sidewalk, I see a lady tie her big dog to the wrought iron fence while she gets something out of the car parked in the street.
“He’s not going to eat me, is he?” I ask as I navigate the grass between the car and the dog.
“No, he doesn’t bite!” she said cheerily, as I reached out to pet the dog and he excitedly jumped up to meet my hand.
As I walked away, I heard her say to the dog, “You didn’t bite him, did you? Remember, I told you no more biting people.”