The day started off well enough, the normal excitement of receiving a new ID...but it ended, well, it did not end well.

He only started out barking. It took a few minutes and an evaluation of my new location to realize just which dog may be doing the barking. And then came the screams and shouts, the running footsteps, the running paw clicks. I prayed that it wasn't him, but the drunken boys who ran downstairs to my level confirmed some details that brought me back to reality. They didn't know the dogs name or the dogs owner, but they did know he was a bristle brown dog being watched by a friend. They did see him get away from the friend and attack a girl.

I know the dog that attacks girls.