I’m very shaken up tonight after taking Coco for his evening walk a couple of hours ago. There’s a small park right across from my place where many people bring their dogs; a man was playing catch with his huge Rottweiler and I unthinkingly decided to cross the park with Coco, without picking him up, since big dogs don’t scare me one bit. Thank God I at least had Coco on the leash this time, because that dog came at him like it was trying to mow him down and next thing you know, it had it’s giant mouth just an inch over Coco’s entire head. I completely panicked, screamed a deathly screech just like a real girl (my throat still hurts, that’s how loud it was), grabbed the leash and threw Coco into the air, spinning him ’round before I could grab him. Which was the wrong thing to do, I’m sure (poor thing), but I didn’t have time to bend down and pick him up in time, besides which, I would probably have lost my hand in the process. The man eventually came over to pull her away and tried telling me his dog was a sweetheart and would never have hurt my little guy, but I beg to differ. That was a very close call. That bitch would have chewed his head clear off in one swift motion a split-second later. I hate being one of these small dog people who are overprotective, but I’m not letting big dogs get near my little lamb ever again. Talk about high anxiety!