Anyone with eyes and ears could probably see him running this way and despite Devi trying to scramble to her feet and out of the way, his speed past knocked her onto her ass.

"HEY!" she yelled as she fell back, glancing just in time to catch the little Pomeranian as it tried to vault over her legs. It snarled at her viciously and Devi held it out from her like it was dripping acid.

"It's like Bunnicula got ripped on steroids and hopped species," she comments softly to herself, glancing around helplessly. What the fuck was she supposed to do now? Didn't this thing have an owner? What'd the other guy do to piss it off? Could he take the thing back?

Devi had a lot of questions.