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when we came there was another person and they were talking. mister touched her back with his nose and she said we were just talking about you! she remarked about the big black lab and i told her about the attack on mister. she said she spoke with sandy the lab's human and said he was in prison and now lives like a hermit with the big black dog. she said she was a social work nurse and she saw his pain. she told him the spike collar made her nervous, yet the dog was calm and approachable, even with spikes in her neck. he said that's his way of having absolute control. i told her i was creeped out by the guy, that he asked me early on how to get his dog like mister. love and trust i said. but i knew he wasn't hearing, with his opaque black eyes. years later when the dog attacked mister i failed to see it was the same person. sad story. i knew he was traumatized, and he was lost in it, and rather than allowing the dog to help, and helping the dog, he made the dog the guard of the trauma. i think of what can be done with a dog, working with fear and trauma, getting through trouble to reach joy. i'm sorry the guy could not. i'm even sorrier he made the dog another captive of his own arrested trauma.