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Freshly showered, changed into board shorts and a clean shirt, I put on my flip flops. Odin dances around me impatiently, his leash in his mouth.

It's a short walk to our favorite part of the beach. It's relatively quiet, and I can usually let Odin loose to run and play.

Today's no different, and soon we're playing fetch as I throw his tennis ball into the waves.

Fifteen minutes into our game, he runs off toward a small group of joggers that's heading our way.

"Odin!"

I watch in horror as he jumps one of them, knocking him over.