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September 7, 2008
The dog kept pulling to get away. I struggled to control her, sweat beading up on my forehead. Sitting at the county fair, “adopt me” sign on her back, she was getting agitated. A nonstop stream of petters moved past. After a while, she started to growl, low and deep. I was afraid for the kids. Again and again her ears went back, she’d start panting heavy and I knew a growl was coming soon. I whispered in her ear, “If you want to make it through this alive, you have to calm down girl,” but she didn’t get it.