The Doberman and I
Frankly speaking, get into a fight was the last thing I wanted and needed, but at that point it seemed like I couldn’t help it because giving up would’ve meant take back the snarls. Not that I was afraid of that dog, I had always been used to face the worst thugs, most of times really mean and armed to the teeth. And in that situation, even in the case I got out of it defeated, I wouldn’t have risked more than a few bites and some scratches... it’s just that I didn’t really want to. But instead of minding my own business, I had wanted to be the knight who comes to save the princess on a white horse, I got involved and I had to act my part until the end. I sighed depressed and I positioned myself, looking at my opponent dead in the eyes to get ready for the fight. The ot
