Boxed

Jake and I were on the last leg home after a relaxing walk dodging cyclists and runners, when we met a boxer. He was on one side of the path, we were on the other, his owner was further up the path, having let him off the lead. She called to her dumb dog to stay and wait, but he didn’t, instead he launched himself at Jake and it took the two of us to pull the dogs apart.
Apparently it was all Jake’s fault because he looks like another dog* that the boxer doesn’t like...I told her she should keep her damn vicious beast** on a lead.


* has fur, a tail and barks
** alas my German failed me, I need to find out the German for „vicious beast“, or maybe even „ravenous bugblatter beast of Traal“