"She's gonna bite me."
"She's not even looking your way," I said.
"I think she's growling."
"Myx, Queenie is being very nice to you. Look how she's sitting there--all tame and docile."
My brother's dog had just been running and jumping, circling and wagging--a dynamo. He had gotten her to sit and was just out of camera shot, trying to get her to stay for a few seconds.
Did I know for sure that she wouldn't gnaw on Myx, carry him around in her slobbering maw, or use him as a target urinal?
Nope ... but, I was willing to take that risk. After all--it wasn't me down there!
"Why are we doing this?"
"I want to show how you're good with animals, so the animal-loving readers will want to bring you home to their pets too," I said.
"Other than that making no sense whatsoever, it sounded good," Myx said.
"Hold still," I said as I snapped the pic.
"Don't worry about that," I thought I heard Myx mutter.
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