I approached the farm house juggling an armful of files and my purse. An enormous dog came running. I stopped in my tracks. This dog was as big as a horse, I swear. He was solid black with a huge square head and long skinny legs that looked like they came up to my armpits. He wasn’t barking or growling, but he was moving fast. I may have been praying that my legs would start to function again so I could run from the monster, maybe I even screamed for help. It’s a little blurry to recall. Then . . .
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