I was about the enter a narrow street with Nina on a leash. There was a police blockade up ahead, and a young man ahead of me was patted down. A police man approached me and apologized saying that this street had become very dangerous, so many security measures were being applied, yet I was let through without a patdown.

I felt somewhat offended that it was obvious I was not a dangerous person, but then a rock came flying and hit the guy who just moments ago was in front of me. Nina freed herself from the leash, I whistled at her to come back, but she was startled by the crowd of people on the street and ran into a store.

I went into the store and saw it was a really fancy art gallery and antique store, brimming with beautiful objects. Nina jumped on an employee desk with papers strewn about, and begun rolling on herself as she does on the grass. Nobody had seen her yet, so I quickly approached and carried her off the desk.

An older lady with spectacles was sitting at their own desk noticed my presence, and asked me if I needed help. I told her I was just looking, hoping that she hadn’t seen the mischief of my dog. If she did, she was oblivious to it, and gave me a brief tour of the store, and in the end gifted me a postcard with some of their art.

I went out of the store, and instead of the previous chaotic and dangerous street, I found a sunny beautiful street with people calmly strolling.