This is why she hates dogs.

She's cornered. A snarling beast, (alright, that may be an exaggeration) teeth bared at her throat.

Why don't these people just own cats?

He's a jogger. But she's screaming so loudly now, that there's no way he can't stop.

"Are you alright?"

"I gonna die!" she shrieks back at him.

"No you're not. See, he just playing." The jogger scratches the dog under his ears. Until...

"Ow, Fuck!" he shouts, the dog bolting into the road. (Anna hopes he gets hit by traffic.) "Shit, that bastard dog bit me!"

"You thought I was crazy..."