Meanwhile a guy was walking his unmuzzled attack dog on a long, long leash.
I am a dog lover in general but I also have some common sense and I tried to make a wide path around the attack dog. But its leash was so long, it was impossible. No one could pass without having some kind of encounter with the attack dog.
I backed off and contemplated the situation. The dog's tail was definitely not wagging. I needed to pass. I scratched my head.
"Say," I said, "You probably love your dog but I am not actually looking for a relationship with it today. Could you reel it in for a bit?"
"No," he said, "you need to learn to deal with your fears."
"Oh," I said.
Fortunately at that moment, the guy from my high school who was voted Most Likely to Die Due to Ill-Advised Trust of a Strange Vicious Animal walked up and stuck his whole face into the mouth of the attack dog.
The dog ripped off his head and then trotted off happily with it's master, leaving a twitching corpse still spitting blood on the pathway.
So it all worked out very well because my whole purpose to begin with, was to get some human flesh at the human flesh store. So rather than the attack dog being a big inconvenience in my day, it actually saved me some walking.
The moral of the story: when god closes a door, he opens a window.
