2 septembre 2026

The Dog Who Saved My Daughter And The Landlord Who Wants Him Gone

I open the link she sends.
It’s a short clip from a local news site.
They blurred out Lily’s face, but I’d know that pink hoodie anywhere.
You can see the park, the slide, the streak of motion that is Duke throwing himself between her and the other dog.
There’s my voice screaming, high and cracked.
There’s Duke taking the hit.

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They titled it: “Dog Protects Child In Park Scare—Hero Or Hazard?”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
They turned my worst ten seconds into a headline and a question.

The comment section is a mess.

“This is why I love dogs. Big softies.”
“Parents like this are irresponsible. Kids and big breeds do not mix.”
“That dog should be taken away before something worse happens.”
“Blame the off-leash owner, not the mom trying to take her kid to the park.”

I lock the screen.
My hands are shaking.

Behind me, I hear a soft voice.

“Mom?”

Lily sits up, rubbing her eyes.
Duke’s tail thumps weakly on the floor.

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