When a strange dog put its paws on my sister and began barking while we were in the elevator, my little sister and I were appalled and realized why.
It had been nearly five years since that day. Even though I’m at college now, I can’t get that moment out of my head. At last, I mustered the courage to tell you what transpired at that time
It was just another day. As usual, I was walking home with my younger sister after school. Naturally, we used the elevator because we live on the top floor of a high-rise. Everything was going as usual at the time; we were talking, joking, and exchanging impressions of the day.
A little while later, a man of around thirty-five years brought a big, light-colored dog into the elevator. My sister and I are dog lovers, so we were thrilled to see the labrador. Even though she wanted to reach out to him and smiled, everything changed in an instant.
The dog froze, looking directly at my sister. It then moved closer, stood on its hind legs, and placed its large, fluffy paws directly on my sister’s breast as though detecting something. I stood motionless as she let out a piercing shriek of terror. Both of us were afraid the dog would bite.
With a loud, harsh, and nervous bark, the labrador started to bark. Pulling the leash, the man knelt next to the dog, began patting it, and assured him that everything was well.
“Don’t worry, kids—the dog doesn’t bite.”
But I let out a cry and screamed:
“Sir, why did the dog attack my sister in that manner if it isn’t dangerous? Look see how shaky she is! I will inform our parents!
The man then gave us a very different gaze. He grew solemn. And calmly described the peculiar behavior of his dog. After that, our family entered a really trying period.
