She stopped a few feet from the dog. The dog kept on barking, twisting, and groaning in its place. Its fur looked ruffled and dusty, and the vest on its back was clearly marked: SERVICE DOG in bold white letters. Maya looked around for an owner, but the yard and street were completely empty.
When she looked closely, she realised that the dog’s harness was looped around one of the fence posts, and its back leg was caught at an odd angle through the slats. She took a careful step forward, thinking she could maybe unwrap the harness gently. But the dog snapped at the air and barked sharply.