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Pablo and I were walking from the trailer when we saw a dog wandering around.  A German Shepard.  
Pablo and I have pursued leash-less dogs around the school before.   He loves animals in the same way I do and instinctively wants to figure out what's wrong and how to get them home.  We walked toward the dog to try to see if it had a collar.  I had my phone out, ready to call the owner or walk it home, if necessary.  The dog started howling and barking at us, while advancing in our direction.
"Pablo, stay back,"  I stated, putting myself between him and the dog.  Pablo is tiny, probably about half of the size of my own dog, Lola.  
"Walk slow....."  I continued, as we walked toward the school.  

We watched the dog circle back around and attempt to enter Mr. Bangamba's trailer.  The door quickly slammed and the dog wandered around his handicapped ramp, or like I like to call it, his "porch".  

As Pablo and I walked past the front office, people started calling out to us.  

"Wagner!  Watch out!  There's a dog out there!"

I smiled and waved and took Pablo back to his class.  I picked up my fourth graders.

"Saludos, friends.  So look....there's a dog outside.  If you see it, just walk slow and don't scream, everything is fine."

By the time we got to the cafeteria, the gateway to the trailer park, everyone told us not to go out there.  My students sat at a table with a large window that overlooked the "park", as if they were at the movies.  

Our principal came in, with a teacher that I know owns large dogs.  They went outside.  I was surprised when our principal started walking slowly, letting the teacher lead, then skipped over to the wall of the school, pressing herself against it while she ran back to the cafeteria, my students opening the door so that she could run back inside, leaving the teacher to his own devices.  

"Bangamba's coming in!" the walky-talky screamed.  

Suddenly, a line of kindergartners, running and screaming, tore toward the cafeteria.  Behind them, Mr. Bangamba ran too, mouth agape, carrying a child and sprinting.  It looked like a war movie before the bombs dropped.  We opened the door and let them in.  

"That dog!"  he exclaimed.

"It came in twice!  I was teaching the kindergartners and this dog kept running in!"

The dog mysteriously really had a thing for Bangamba.  

We hung out in the cafeteria.  My kids were having the time of their lives.  Ms. Goode ran her students in from the trailer and my students dutifully opened the door for them.  We eventually ended up on a level one lock down as the PE coach, a custodian and the teacher that has big dogs corralled the dog until the pound picked him up.  None of us wanted that to happen, but cars and buses were lining up in the pick up lane and we couldn't have a dog running around in the middle of that. 

Just another warm day at school.