stared at the dog-like creature, my eyes zeroing in on the way that its’ tail was wagging, in the strangest of manners. It looked almost excited, looked like it wanted to come and pounce on me at any moment now, although I didn’t think that it would be doing it in an aggressive manner, which was a strange thing to me. I was starting to second guess my initial judgements, my initial assumptions that the creature was an aggressive one, that it was a danger to me and whoever I dared to allow near it.
For some strange reason, one that I would never be able to explain, I crouched down, sitting on my haunches as I continued to stare at the dog, as I continued to observe it. All the while, it was doing the same thing, except that wagging tail gave me so much reason, so much reason, to doubt my
