I felt helpless. “What’s the matter?” I asked, standing now in pantyhose and nothing else. When my bath ended, the water grown tepid, I stood up and stepped out, reaching for a towel. I frowned at him and dropped my eyes. Something was happening and I didn’t know what it could be. I’d call the dog catcher in the morning and… But what was my excuse? I’m about 5’6″ barefoot and just because I stood on two feet instead of four, I didn’t feel superior to the animal. A large dog like that must belong to someone, even without a collar to prove it. I seemed to remember hearing that you shouldn’t run from a dog for some reason, or maybe that’s bears, but either way I’d stopped moving. He let me push him away, giving me his amber eyes and a curious cock of his head. So long as he wasn’t rabid or anything, I felt pretty content to let him go his way while I walked the last couple blocks to my apartment above the Widow’s garage. What? I couldn’t resist the pressure building in my gut for release. I was afraid to stare into those intelligent amber eyes and I swallowed hard, knowing instinctively that there was something submissive about it.
