Arctic Mark in Stanley Park

Tempting Fate

If I were in Officer Hicks' shoes, I don't think I'd be so relaxed standing so close to those deadly jaws of death-dealing deadliness. Sure, Lasse SEEMS content to chew on his rubber toy, but maybe he's thinking to himself, "Enough with this stupid toy already! I need a nice meaty hunk of bone to gnaw on, and, 'master' or not, your leg's looking pretty good right about now, buddy." Of course, he may have been eyeing my own meaty gams a few short feet away. One thing was certain: every person in the room was in a heightened state of awareness and tenseness for every second that dog was there. I pity the criminal who ends up on the wrong side of those jaws.