23/09/2025
Yesterday, something terrifying happened. I was walking when a man—someone clearly unstable—suddenly attacked me and made horrifying threats. For a moment, I froze in fear. But I wasn’t alone.
In a heartbeat, my dog, my goofy, friendly, people-loving Golden Retriever named Buddy, jumped between us. He wasn’t trained to protect. He’s never shown aggression. But in that split second, he knew I was in danger. And he acted.
When the man reached out to grab me, my good boy lunged. Not to hurt, but to hold. He bit the man’s hand just enough to stop him, just enough to give me time to escape. He didn’t bark or panic. He just stood firm, focused only on keeping me safe.
We got away. We’re both okay. And now, as I sit beside this sweet, loyal soul, I can’t stop thinking about what he did for me. He’s not just a dog. He’s my protector, my heart, my hero.
I love him so much. Not just for saving me, but for knowing—for seeing my fear, feeling it, and responding without hesitation.
Some dogs are trained to protect. Mine simply chose to. And I will spend every day thanking him with love, treats, belly rubs, and the peaceful life he helped preserve.
Because when the world turned scary, he stood between me and harmed me.
Good job, my good boy. I love you forever. 🐾❤️