My mum: Please don’t walk through that park by yourself. I worry something might happen.
Me: But I’ve done it for years, and you were always fine with it.
Mum: Yes, but you used to have the dog to protect you.
The dog in question:
My mum’s torn the muscle in her knee dancing at a silent disco on holiday and when she found out she turned to me in all seriousness and went, “I’m never going to dance again.” Alright calm down George Michael.