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

made him a victim.

No.

I didn’t run. Running is for chasing squirrels. I flowed. In two bounds, I covered the distance. I didn’t jump on the kid. I didn’t bite. I simply inserted my massive, furry body into the space between them.

I planted my feet. I stood over Leo, a living shield of gold and white fur.

The Bigger Kid froze. He was suddenly looking up continue reading …