[He doesn't know what causes the abrupt change, but there's all sorts of things that can impact a dog's friendliness. Bad owners in the past, abuse, it's possible something just moved around behind Will that set the dog off, just about anything. He's not yet aware that he's the cause of it this time, but he reacts immediately. The leash gets a firm yank to prevent the pointer, now baring his own teeth and snarling, from getting any closer. It's almost like he's had to do this exact same thing before.
Clearly, he's been around dogs a lot.]
Gunther, stop. Stop. [He finally crouches to pull the dog against him, not at all afraid that his jaws mind end up snapping in Will's direction if the situation gets more heated. An arm goes around the pointer to keep him in place, the leash as short as it can be, because like hell is Will going to let a dog fight happen in the streets if he can stop it.] Hey, hey.
[His free hand (in a cast, but he hardly seems to notice) has already taken to scratching Gunther's neck, trying to get at least one of the dogs calm.]
He won't hurt you. I won't hurt you. Out for a walk, just like you. You—you want a treat?
[Treat seems to get that shaking angry dog held up against him to calm down, because treats! He doesn't let up his hold on the leash, forcing him to use his bad hand to dig around in his pocket for that little bag. He's having some difficult because, well. He's wearing a cast. If there's any pain from that busted thumb to be found, he doesn't show it.
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Clearly, he's been around dogs a lot.]
Gunther, stop. Stop. [He finally crouches to pull the dog against him, not at all afraid that his jaws mind end up snapping in Will's direction if the situation gets more heated. An arm goes around the pointer to keep him in place, the leash as short as it can be, because like hell is Will going to let a dog fight happen in the streets if he can stop it.] Hey, hey.
[His free hand (in a cast, but he hardly seems to notice) has already taken to scratching Gunther's neck, trying to get at least one of the dogs calm.]
He won't hurt you. I won't hurt you. Out for a walk, just like you. You—you want a treat?
[Treat seems to get that shaking angry dog held up against him to calm down, because treats! He doesn't let up his hold on the leash, forcing him to use his bad hand to dig around in his pocket for that little bag. He's having some difficult because, well. He's wearing a cast. If there's any pain from that busted thumb to be found, he doesn't show it.
Dogs are more important than pain anyway.]