Sometimes the realisation that you’ve been completely wrong for decades creeps up on you slowly, and at other times it’s a revelation, a light illuminating the entirety of your foolishness all at once. I had a revelation of this second sort on the London Overground train.
I’ve been on the Bullys’ side but seeing one nose-to-nose with your child helps clarify things no end
It was just days before poor 68-year-old Esther Martin was mauled to death by two XL Bully dogs in Clacton-on-Sea. Beauty and Bear, the dogs were called. The train had just pulled out of Haggerston station and my son was with me. He was hanging from an overhead bar and I was pretending not to notice, so as to be with my phone. In my peripheral vision I saw him drop from the bar then sink into a squat, stretching out his arm, offering the back of his hand to a dog to sniff.
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