Derek caught my arm again as I started to move--at this rate, it was going to be as sore as my injured one.Dog, he said, jerking his chin toward the fenced yard. It was inside earlier.Expecting to see a Doberman slavering at the fence, I followed his gaze to a little puff of white fur, the kind of dog women stick in their purses. It wasn't even barking, just staring at us, dancing in place.Oh, my God! It's a killer Pomeranian. I glanced up at Derek. It's a tough call, but I think you can take him.
Derek and the narrator are outside when Derek catches the narrator's arm, indicating a potential threat. The narrator's past injuries make them cautious, and Derek points towards a fenced yard where a dog is located. Expecting a fierce breed, the narrator is surprised to see a small, seemingly harmless Pomeranian instead.
The narrator humorously refers to the tiny dog as a "killer Pomeranian," highlighting the contrast between the expected danger and the actual situation. The light-hearted exchange with Derek about the dog's lack of aggression showcases their camaraderie, even in the face of potentially tense moments.
