Recently, on the 26th of July, as the sun was going down, the grass was green, children were laughing, and I was taking my therapy poodle, Presto, on a walk. It seemed to be what a great evening would look like, but little did I know that I was about to be traumatized.
When I walked around the corner, there was another dog, Sophie, having fun playing fetch with her owner in a high school field. She was a big dog that was white and had some darker colored speckles on her. I'm guessing she was an American Bulldog or a mixed breed of some sort.