JD and Lemon, Santiago's two siberain huskies dragged him through the city streets like something which couldn't give much resistance to something with a much higher percentage of muscle mass.  He didn't panic though because he was used to this and had selected his walking route accordingly.  Basically, it was on a sidewalk that went on for forty five minutes with a road next to it a complete lack of houses on the other side.  So there wasn't much trouble, or to be exact, and exactness is something worth working for, there wasn't much new trouble.  Sure, there was still the occasional dog that wanted to try testing its dirty look, and even a couple of little dogs that nobody had told they were little dogs so the fact they couldn't do much against a big dog came as a complete surprise, and of course there was the blood running off Santiago's hands in tiny little crimson droplets from where the little dogs had bitten him while he did his best to pry them out of his much larger dogs' mouths.  So all in all it was the kind of day where he wasn't worried about anything in particular which was terrible because that meant he had to make do with dealing with being afraid of everything in general.

"This is weird."  He mumbled to what he considered his kids.  "Its too quiet."  The dogs paused to look at him while he stopped in front of their gate to pull his keys out of his shirt.  "Not a threat all day."  He chewed the words over before unlocking the gate to let the dogs inside.  It too a moment to get them to stop running around so he could get their collars off but that was a daily thing like sitting down on the toilet and waking up thanks to the cold water you didn't normally expect on a seat.  "Well, we'll see."  He left the dogs in the backyard and headed around to go into the front.  

There was a beep from his phone and a message asking if he'd accept a call.  "Sure."   He mumbled.  He entered yes and hit send.  It almost felt like some strings were doing something with his fingers but he discarded the idea like internal wind, not the sacred kind, but the one you have to hold on to until your alone or somewhere with a good breeze.