Her Man

We were walking down the street, holding our hands, when a big wolf-like dog appeared next to her. She screamed. I was afraid, too, but I stood between her and that ugly beast.

A big, strong, bearded man was walking after the dog. – Why don’t you keep it on a leash? – I asked.

– Because he is good.

– Well, if it just touches her, I will rip its guts out – I said.

He looked at me. He was obviously stronger than me, but he took the dog and drag it away.

Not speaking Bosnian-Croatian-Serbian, she asked me to translate the conversation. She was angry, because she didn’t like me fighting, but after a few minutes she took my hand again.

– That’s my man – she sad. – Like a puppy in bed, like a lion in the street.

We kissed and continued walking hand in hand, while she was jumping of joy.

25/03/2019