My dog, Rocky, remained as calm as ever, his tail wagging slowly as the little girl reached out to pet him. However, the girl’s enthusiasm seemed to override her caution. She suddenly grabbed Rocky’s fur tightly, pulling him towards her with more force than a child of her size should have. Rocky, startled but still patient, tried to gently move away, but the girl lost her balance and fell onto the grass, scraping her stomach against the small, decorative rocks lining the flowerbed.
The woman, whose voice had been a thunderous roar moments ago, fell silent as she watched the footage. Her expression turned from anger to confusion, and finally, to embarrassment. The police officers exchanged glances, their stern professionalism softened with understanding. One of them cleared his throat and spoke gently.
