In 2016, I was in London with my family and a few family friends. I can still remember the humidity of the weather trapping sweat in the underground. It made the smell so much worse to be indoors than it is to be outside. I sighed as the train doors opened. St James Park, the beautiful St James Park.
We walked down the path to find a spot on the grass to sit on. We sat down on the grass. I saw a man and a woman standing in front of each other in a conversation. I pondered what they were talking about but something clicked in me as the man jogged off.
My brother and a friend ran off to play around in the park. I stood up and told them that I’m just going over to ask if I could pet the dog. My mom told me okay but I have to come back after.
I walked towards the woman and softly smiled. “Can I pet your dog?” I asked her.
“Uh, sure… I guess.” She replied.
“Awesome.” I said as I reached for the dog and petted the dog. “Oh my God, she’s so cute. What’s her name?”
“She’s actually a he and he’s name is Bobby.” She said.
“Oh? Is he yours?” I asked.
“No, he’s not and the owner would be mad if he finds out that I’m doing this.” She replied.
I shrugged my shoulders as I heard nothing around me. I don’t know how this happened. It probably because I was busy petting a dog. The dog clearly liked me and liked getting the attention from people. The dog even went towards me to lick my face.
“What did I tell you about letting people touch my dog?” He scolded the woman in a harsh tone.
I couldn’t believe my ears. The man was rude and possessive of his dog so I stood up and faced him.
“I’m giving your dog compliments and attention.” I snapped at him. “Sorry if it’s not you.”
I was so mad and upset at the man that I couldn’t careless if he tried to call for a disturbance.
What was I to do? I did nothing wrong.
I felt like I was losing a battle that me and the man were both going to lose but He seemed upset about something. I didn’t want to ask him so I went back to the spot on the grass where my family was sitting.
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