It was as if his rise up the stairs and Dog’s rise from seated to standing were timed one to the other. By the time Justin lifted his foot to make the final step, hand still out, smile still wide, questions and exclamations still flying, Dog was springing. It seemed to be a happy leap, but Thom didn’t know the animal enough to be sure he wasn’t trying to rip out Justin’s throat.
Justin’s expression morphed from glee to startled. Dog’s tongue fell out, all four paws sprawled out in a Superman stretch. Thom managed a gurgle as the leash yanked him forward. Justin was pushed backwards, Dog followed through, and Thom lurched after the both of them. They all went down hard, Justin onto the walkway, Dog on Justin, Thom on Dog.
With eyes as wide as saucers, Thom stared at Justin. “Oh! Oh…oh, God. Justin…oh my, God, I’m sorry. I didn’t…I don’t…he’s not…”
Justin burst out laughing even before Dog began to cover his face with exuberant kisses. He continued laughing as Thom rolled away.