I had to run 50 yards, then reach in and grab the chow with teeth flashing everywhere, blood flowing, and the Shepherd’s owner swearing at the top of his lungs. The same silence that always underlies my activities was even more evident, by contrast, and enabled me to react swiftly and decisively and keep my head while the other dog owner (and my wife) were losing theirs.
-------But you're used to this from FFLife.
