I know the sunrise happened because it got lighter out, but it never got prettier. And when I got home it was no better.So I decided to make some oatmeal. I had added a chopped up apple to my steel cut oats one day, and that was good, but the next day I added a ‘halo’ and milk and that was even better. Orange creamsicle oatmeal! That’s what I thought I’d do again when I discovered the milk had expired, but in the true waste-not want-not New England tradition I didn’t let that stop me.Even the dogs seemed to just go into low gear, not pestering me to go out multiple times all day. But even lazing around for an entire day can get boring, so by the late afternoon the sun was out, and it seemed like we should be outside also.Walk the dogs and go out for the sunset I told myself. Maybe even stop at Chili’s and sit at the bar and have some Southwestern Egg Rolls. We were almost home, just up around the bend when it all went sideways. I heard a screen door bang, and first one, then a second pit bull charged out of a house and were bearing down on us, sounding like they meant business. So what did I do? I dropped Zoe’s leash on purpose, and I now feel guilty about that, like I was offering her up as a sacrifice. But in reality I knew she wouldn’t escalate the situation. It was Ozzie’s reaction that I feared was going to make things infinitely worse, so I hung onto him with both hands. The first dog had gotten to Zoe when the owners were on the scene, screaming at the dogs and adding to the chaos, but the dogs appeared to be listening to them. I have no idea what Ozzie and Zoe did in response because I couldn’t take my eyes off of those two dogs. Low to the ground and very muscular, I just knew how strong they looked. As the owners herded the dogs back home, apologizing all the while, I realized that we three had not moved one muscle during all of this. Even Ozzie. We had stood there in silence, like statues, the whole while. Then they both looked at me and what popped into my head was the old Lone Ranger shows where the townsfolk would look at each other and ask, ‘”Who was that masked man?” We went home and put on pajamas, well, I did, and cracked open a beer, me again, and that was it for us. It was that kind of day.