I treated myself to my fave fromagerie in Los Feliz/Silverlake. The name escapes me, but the walls are a lovely shade of moss green. I hadn't eaten in 4 days due to nerves, so ravenous hunger was creeping up. The walk back to my car was 4 blocks, so I put my keys, credit card, and phone in the bag the Gouda came in. I passed a guy walking with his unleashed dog. The dog trots twds me the way dogs do before heading back once their owner calls them. I think nothing of it and continue. Now the Rottweiler mix is lunging at my hand carrying the bag. He's pretty close to my hand, so I let go the bag, so I don't get caught in the cross fire of k-9 incisors and cheese. As I remember, that bag became my purse 5 mins ago, the dog is now licking cheese off the sidewalk and clawing the bag to a final shred. The owner pulls the dog away and gives me my keys, credit card, and phone. I am now washing dog froth off my phone.