i think me and lulu handled that fucking psycho well. she just kind of danced around him, not getting too near, while i countered his threats with equal or greater vigor. i'm sure he was terrified, like most stupid fucking bullies are, and should be. they should cower before the vehemence and violence of their own seething, annihilating hate. i would not be surprised if he thinks the orange beast is the second coming.
when we returned to vista one of the workers said maybe he should bring his blue heel pointer to work my magic on. i thanked him but said i don't know about magic (i almost gave up one time and cried when lulu bolted) and another worker said she's the best dog he knows, said, she's an angel. riding up the elevator i said, you are an angel, lulu, you did so good, and she looked up at me with her bright eyes, that car club lug nut psycho-zealot's a beast—you're my sweet sweet angel girl.