Afraid of the Beast
Mar
30
When our daughter Angelica was small, I took her with me to pick up our babysitter. As I approached the house, I noticed that her dog, usually penned in the backyard, was lying on the front porch. At first glance, the dog looked benign. But to my alarm he sprang to his feet and attacked Angelica, who leaped for my leg, shinned to my waist, and somehow ended up wrapped around my neck and shoulders.
