Lola

I pulled my tights down to reveal a little raised half crescent on my leg where she had bit me. Dogs are one of my favorite creatures and it really bothered me that she disliked me so much. I opened the bathroom door and she was waiting outside, staring up at me and growling, not letting me leave. I don't like to make a fuss about things (I didn't even mention the bite to the Mexicans) so I just closed the door and stayed in the bathroom figuring she'd leave sooner or later. I washed my hands and stared in the mirror and wanted to cry. I try to tell myself it doesn't matter; she's just a scared little dog and not everyone in this world can get along. But I still feel troubled. I think she could see right through me.