Gentle Doesn’t Mean Silent: A Big Dog Teaches a Boy Boundaries

flying a cheap foam glider, the kind you buy at the dollar store. He was happy.

Then, the Bigger Kid showed up.

I didn’t like his smell. He didn’t smell like dirt or sweat; he smelled like trouble. Sharp. Sour. He walked up to Leo and snatched the glider out of the air.

“Nice toy,” the kid sneered. Snap. He broke the wing. Just like that.

I lifted my head continue reading …