Stormed toward me, his fury palpable, his face red and tense. His finger jabbed at the air in my direction as he shouted, “What do you think you’re doing?”
The crowd growing around us mirrored the intensity of the moment. The summer sun beat down mercilessly, heat radiating off asphalt that shimmered under its weight. I held the German Shepherd close, feeling her ribs heave and her breathing rapid. Her distress was evident, her trust fragile in my arms. I squared my shoulders, attempting to… Read full story below 👇
