A walk on the wild side
I was out for a morning walk, and I was late.
It was 9 am and I still had about five minutes’ walking to do before I got to the coffee shop for my 9 am appointment.
At first, I thought the furry critter beside me on the path was somebody’s dog gone off leash.
Something in my distracted brain disagreed. No, that’s not the right shape. I looked more closely.