dog_king raze a golden mongrel approached me, growling, and bit into my left side, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that i could feel his teeth hugging one of my ribs, feel it slowly bruising. i tried to avoid his eyes but they kept finding me. he gave me a hard look that seemed to say, "now that i've gained the upper hand, what will you do?" i pressed down on the top of his head to show him i wasn't intimidated. he stopped growling, relaxed his jaw, and jumped up to lick me in the face. then he ran into traffic. he was invincible on the highway. as long as he believed he was a king, no car could strike him, and he could not die. i thought maybe it was good to have a king for a friend, to have won his respect. i thought maybe i'd see him again, but he would take a different form. maybe he would be a german shepherd or a beagle. maybe he would have the skin of a man stretched around his skeleton and he would bark at me in a language i knew, or maybe i would come to understand the_language_of_canines and there would be no need. 140329 what's it to you? who go blather from