Day 119.

A dog ran in front of her, away from the sounds of the dishes. It was immediately followed by a little kid. She had no idea if it was a boy or a girl. The kid did not lose focus on the dog, just ran at full speed after it. After the kid passed, she asked Honey Bear, "Where the hell are we? This sure ain't rehab."

She peeked around the corner in the direction of the chase in time to see them both headed back in her direction. Only this time, the dog was chasing the kid. She reeled back at the excitement, lost her balance and fell back on the step. Honey Bear dropped to the floor. The dog, not missing a beat, grabbed him in his mouth and kept on running. She gasped, scrambled to her feet and joined the chase.