Day 92

I finally walked along the route the bulldogs attacked me and the dogs (and on one occasion, my mother) today. Both my parents came, and the bulldogs didn't come out, but I was surprised by how nervous I was. My mom stopped by the yard to show my father exactly what happened, and I wanted no part of it. I kept moving with the dogs and found myself looking behind me almost all of the walk.

I don't know if the dogs are still there or if Animal Control took them away. (There are different answers depending on who you ask in the neighborhood.) But I didn't expect to feel that unsafe and jump any time a dog barked. I'm not scared for me. I can handle myself. But I worry about Sophie and the dogs.

Today, I am grateful for:

• nothing happening on the walk.
• my white polar fleece.
• naps. Once again.
• boy advice from Amy.
• just getting all of my worries out so that hopefully I can move past them.