Then he walked us home.
I think he was a German Shepherd in a former life.
You can’t really tell it in this picture, but Mrs. Wigglebottom was all excited because we saw a possum in the road. She really wanted to sniff it, but I noticed that it was lying there unsquooshed. So, I wasn’t sure it was actually dead. I made the dog come clear into the middle of the road with me to circle around it.
I mean, sure, it would have been amusing for you if I’d been attacked by a possum, but terrifying for me.
And possibly deadly.
Or so I imagine.