I hardly ever go out, let alone on a Sunday morning, but I made an exception and headed to the nearby park with Sky. I desire to escape from my house. Rather than bringing me peace, it weighs me down.
When I walk with Sky, I always have him on a leash. It gives me anxiety just thinking that he runs away, another dog bites him, a car hits him, or someone kicks him because he does not like him.Crazy people exist. What can I say?
We go down the sidewalk, and I find an empty bench. Closing my eyes, I appreciate the duality of the heat on my cheeks and the chilly breeze. It is what I consider the perfect weather. Sky sits at my feet, and he wags his tail, enjoying the same.
 I see a shadow on the floor, my view is down, and I do not concentrate on my surroundings, error. At that moment, Sky stands up surprised, nose active, tail between his legs. The sun does not let me focus quickly, but I recognize his voice anywhere.
 It is Alan and in his arms is the famous Bandido.
 — Good morning. — I say in a piercing voice.
— Good morning, Eliz. What a pleasure to greet you here. I lifted Bandido's punishment!
 I am pretty sure I blushed, but I cannot be certain because the sun played a role, too. That being said, I want to give Alan a bit of credit.
Affirming, he tells me; — and this is Sky. — He immediately raises his ears when he hears his name from the deep voice of a man and clings to my leg, feeling intimidated and staring at Alan.
— Sky, calm down. He is a good person. — I tell him, and I caress behind his ears so that he relaxes, telling him; — come, smell his hand.
 Without thinking, I grab the hand of MY BOSS! Without permission. Apparently, I forgot the limits. I let go as if a shock had hit me.
Alan, without missing a beat, keeps reaching for Sky, and I can see the boy who loves animals for a moment. Sky cautiously smells him and then retracts when he sees Bandido.
Alan realizes and says — he is good.
Certainly, Bandido is. He is a cute little brown ball, playful that as soon is on the floor, he wants to play. Sky, as the only child that he is, does not know what to do, whether to play with him or hide, worthy furry son of mine.
Alan sits beside me while Sky and Bandido determine their friendship status.
— What brings you here this Sunday? — He tells me casually as if this is common among us.
 Without taking my eyes off the dog, so as not to have to twist my neck and look at him so closely, in an awkward position, I tell him; — I needed some air.
He places his arms behind his head, and I can see his muscles flexing. He keeps himself in shape, a detail I had not noticed. What a liar you are! Of course, you have noticed it, only now you are watching it live.
 — I understand! After a week of meetings with Max, I wanted to drain and ran a part until Bandido gave up, and I had to take him in my arms.
He says with a half-smile. I appreciate people who are considerate of animals. 
— I also wanted to drain, or rather release, because I do not exercise, — I say, laughing at the image of myself trying to run. Sky throwing himself on the floor, not wanting to continue or even start, comes to mind.
— And what did you want to release?
 He tells me, intrigued. Ugh! Again, I give a lot of information without realizing it. My mouth opens again. I lose the filter and give him the summarized version of last night's dinner...