He stepped around the front of the chair. He stood up as straight as he could. He felt the top of his head touch the clouds, high above him. He lifted his hands high, making himself as big as he could.
The dogs hesitated. The growled, their tails were down. Eric didn’t know the breed of these animals, maybe something like a terrorist breed. They belonged to no one. They roamed the town for a time, then moved on, but always came back.
There had been talk of killing them, with guns or poison, but no one had the heart to do it. Too many dog lovers, even of nuisance dogs like these.
They were thin, Eric could see that. Which meant they were hungry. Hungry enough to make a meal of him.
He stepped toward the animals. They held their ground. His hands were still high above his head, but he dr
