small anger. in the dog world is relatively benign, still a drag on a leash and a missed opportunity for some golden love, for both human and dog. small anger in the human can make death a distinctly possible reality, and hurt an inevitability. i have to believe that the pinnacle of the living thing is love, and the absolute nadir is hate. this culture is at the nadir in active terms, but in the interstices of hate, love is possible. i'm sorry kids, the outlook is not good, but regardless of what hate accomplishes toward the destruction of our world, i have to believe love will outlast hate, to survive, and endure, and grow. so keep on, and go forth, and love not hate.

post dat. i must say this dog didn't really have hate in his heart, i think he was just nervous and fearful, and that can look like anger and can turn to hate, if allowed or encouraged, but just behind his display i sense curiosity and the wish to meet and to know a big kindly fellow like mister. i must say his mom did nothing to help the little one over his fear and toward his desire. but maybe in the fullness of time...