“I’m gonna run over to him, and give him this balloon.” Said Leea as she dashed over to the young boy across the street. I yelled at her not to go over there, but she proceeded. I had no clue who the strangers were on the other side of the street; therefore, I feared of what might occur. As she ran over, I saw a brute Pitbull with its eyes locked on her. Unaware, Leea ran happily to hand the little boy a balloon. The Pitbull darted towards her… Saved by a blessing, our dog, shooter jumped in-between the two and took the blow. The Pitbull clinched down on shooters neck, flailing him around. Scared, I ran inside to tell grandpa what happened. “Grandpa! Grandpa! There’s a pit attacking our dog!” Without a word, he arose and ran out the door,
