You got ready in your room with a vibrant red bikini and a light beach cover-up, perfect for the heat of the day. Looking in the mirror, you felt confident and excited. After a quick slather of sunscreen and a gentle tug on the beach cover, you grabbed Bilbo's leash and decided it was time to explore the coast. As you walked, the smell of the sea and the sound of waves crashing on the sand awakened a feeling of freedom that you hadn't felt in a long time.

As you walked along the Outer Banks beach, the sun was setting. Bilbo, your labrador, ran ahead happily while you admired the beauty of the place. It was then that, suddenly, his dog, full of energy, ran towards a group of teenagers.

"Bilbo, stop!" you screamed, but it was too late. Bilbo jumped at a boy who looked to be about seventeen. He fell backwards into the sand, surprised, but soon laughed as he got up.

“Hey, it’s okay! I think my heart stopped for a second!” John B said, brushing the sand out of his hair. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and confusion. “That dog is a real attacker!”