contact is considered an act of aggression to canines, and I definitely didnât want Hairy to think I was getting aggressive.
As I started to back away, Hairy started to bark. Loud and fast.
I took another step. Hairy lunged. And he had just enough leash to reach me. He brought me down. Hard.
Go fetal , I told myself. I covered my head with my arms and curled my legs to my chest. Hairy stoodover me, barking. Half my body was under his.
I heard footsteps running toward me. Hairyâs barking turned frantic.
âStay back,â I heard Frank call out. âWeâre making him more aggressive.â
I could feel Hairyâs hot breath on my head. He was really panting hard. Theyâre going to figure out what to do, I told myself. Just stay still.
âJoe,â Ripley called. âIâm moving toward you on the left. Iâm not going to get too close. I donât want to freak out your friend. Iâm only going to get close enough to roll some pepper spray into your left hand.â
I slid one arm away from my head, feeling like a turtle without the protection of its shell. Slowly I stretched my hand out.
Hairy switched into that low, low growl again. I didnât look at him. I didnât want to risk eye contact. But I figured he was giving Ripley a warning.
âI canât risk getting any nearer. Iâm going to roll it now. One, two, three,â Ripley said.
I flexed my fingers, and a second later I felt a small, cool canister hit them. I cracked my eyes open, adjusted the pepper spray so it was aimed at Hairyâthen pushed the button.
The dog scrambled away with a whimper. I leaped to my feet and got myself well out of the range ofHairyâs long leash. I realized I had Ripleyâs pepper spray in a death grip. âThanks.â I walked over and handed it back. âSo, do you routinely carry this stuff?â
âI use it when the paparazzi get in my face,â she answered as Frank, Brynn, and Mikey joined us. Ripley shook her head. âNo, I used to use it when the paparazzi got in my face. Now Iâll let them take pictures whenever. Iâve got nothing to hide. Iâm nice twenty-four/seven. Almost.â
âAt least youâll have more clips than I do now,â Frank told her. âYouâre a hero again.â
We both watched for her reaction. âHey, I guess I am,â she said. âWeâll have to check me out on TV.â
âYou didnât get bitten or anything, did you?â Brynn asked.
Ripley slapped her forehead. âI should have asked that.â
âMy long-lost brother should have asked that,â I said.
âI didnât see any blood,â Frank told me.
Suddenly I realized everyone else was back to working on their dogs. âThe contest is still on. Veronica didnât call a time out or anything,â I told them. âCome on. I want to see those toothbrushes flying. You still have a chance to win.â
âYouâre sure?â Mikey asked.
âGo!â I ordered. He and Ripley took off. Brynn and Frank didnât move. âIâm fine,â I told them. âGo.â They went.
I looked over at Hairy. Poor guy. He had his tail down and was vomiting into the grass.
A woman with a long gray braid hurried over to him. âWait,â I called. âHeâs not stable.â
She veered away from Hairy and walked over to me. âAre you the boy who was working with Captain?â The woman gestured toward Hairy.
âYeah, I was,â I answered.
âIâm his trainer. I should have been here today. I let a handler bring him. It sounded like a basic job, and I had toââ She stopped. âThatâs not important. What happened exactly? Captainâs never been aggressive with anyone. I let my two-year-old grand-daughter ride him around like a pony.â
I took another look at HairyâCaptain. He was lying down with his head resting on his
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