These sensitive blossoms are shed so easily, like our inchoate love —
they do not suffer gladly a careless hand.
Yesterday Lizzie and I went to this dog run near where we stay.
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As we passed through the gates, this Japanese Spitz came dashing right at Lizzie and - as it came within biting distance - bared its fangs and let out a low growl.
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I instinctively put myself between Lizzie and the dog; shortly after, a lady in her early twenties came running and shouting the name of her dog.
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I tried to catch her eye, half-expecting her to apologise or proffer some sort of explanation for her dog's behavior but she studiously avoided eye contact and simply led her dog away.
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A little shakened, I brought Lizzie to this bench where a few of the smaller-bred dogs and some owners were hanging out and observed the Spitz and its owner from a distance.
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The dog was now acting perfectly sociable, sniffing other dogs and playing with them, no trace of its former hostility. The lady did likewise: she resumed her easy conversation with a circle of owners.
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A few minutes later, the Spitz trotted towards us and began sniffing the air around Lizzie in a seemingly harmless manner.
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I watched them closely, which was why I reacted the moment I saw the dog snapping its jaw at Lizzie.
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I clasped my arms around her, and was rewarded with sharpness of teeth against the skin between my thumb and index finger.
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"Taro!" This time, the owner lay her hands on her dog, applied pressure and pushed the wild-eyed Spitz away.
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A flash of anger rose in me, at the danger that came so close before, and at her continuing refusal to acknowledge me or the events that had just transpired.
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"Your dog is quite aggressive, isn't she?" I said in an undertone.
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No response.
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I looked at the dog owners around me to assess their reactions and saw that everyone's gaze was averted.
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Was it possible that no one had noticed what had happened? I thought to myself in bafflement.
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A childish impulse seized me: I wanted to walk right up to the owner and show her my hand, which was beginning to pool with tiny droplets of b
Happy Birthday to our dear, dear friend.
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We love you even though you have a one-track mind.
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Always, always filled with gratitude for the love Lizzie inspires.
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Thank you, Aunty Mindy for the yummy treats!
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Lizzie needed a little help with her cupcake due to the ginormous portion.
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Reuben: You're forgoing dinner tonight, young lady.
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