Never judge a book...

I lay on the faded green carpet watching a sitcom.

My canine companion sat in front of me.  It seemed at the time rather strange to me; usually he lay by my side when I watched television.

At the time I lived in a run-down home with an odd assortment of bohemian housemates.  It was both exhilarating and exhausting.

There was however one night I shall never forget.

There was a knock at the door.  I answered the door - remembering the person at the door vaguely from an interaction with one of my house-mates.  My dog, sitting in front of me bared his teeth and growled.  He did not even seem to want to allow this person into my home.

I was embarrassed at the time, scolding my dog.

I remember the person at the door talking to my house-mate and then leaving rather abruptly.

My dog growled, bared his fangs and sat in front of me the whole time.

I was worried - I mean, did this mean my dog was aggressive? Should I have trained him better?


As it would turn out - time would give me the answers.

Two months after the above mentioned evening - and after I had moved out of this share-house I would learn the following....


The person my dog was growling at/baring his teeth at had in fact committed crimes.  Violent crimes.

That is why my dog was protecting me.

The person had in fact harmed women.



...and to this day I believe in my canine companion.

He was trying to protect me. And I doubted him.

...and I never shall again.