She went into the animal shelter and asked to see the animals who had been there longest. A staff member led her to the back and showed her a few cats and dogs. The last dog was curled up in the back of its pen, and it growled and bared its teeth a little at them. The staff member explained that the dog did that to all the people who stopped in front of its cage, and it scared them from wanting to adopt it because they thought it was a vicious dog.
She looked at the dog and knew they were wrong. She could tell from its body language and the look in its eyes that it was scared, not vicious. She knelt and talked to the dog in a soft, friendly voice and exuded calm, peaceful energy. Slowly, the dog stopped growling. Its tail began to wag slightly.
She kept talking and putting out good energy. After a few minutes, the dog stood up, its tail wagging. Then it walked over and sat down in front of her. It sniffed her hand and gave it a gentle lick. She carefully reached out and petted the dog’s head while the shelter staffer watched in amazement. “See, you’re not a vicious dog at all, are you?” she said, then faced the staffer and told him, “I’ll take him.”
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “vicious”: