when my son was two, we were on the front lawn, when the large (friendly) dog from across the street ran at him. he was rightfully afraid of dogs, and i could not be certain of the dog's intent. i jumped in its way, but the dog juked me. i dove and tackled the running dog amidships. the boy from across the street caught up with the overly-friendly dog and hauled it away by the collar.

hero?

when my son told his mom that the dog had come running at him, she asked what happened next.

'then joe came and took him away.'