Back from the dream

An unseasonably cheery winter day in the snow-draped mountains. Everyone merrily getting along. Unlike yesterday, when as we were walking in an area nearby the one pictured this totally deranged bull-like beast of a dog, sans any provocation whatsoever, charged me. Its weakling upright at the end of the leash was helpless to resist the rabid assault. Finally, Master had to intervene to prevent a fight. I mean I wasn't just going to stand by and let this mad-dog wreck terror. If you ask me it needs to be swiftly committed to an anger management program, or Guantanamo. It's still open, right?
Afterward, peace and tranquility restored, the terror alert dimmed from red to orange, as if it never happened Lucy and I pranced along the trail with great alacrity back to the car. Ever mindful of the fact that freedom isn't free.