Almost out of breath, I run speedily away from the dog with him close behind, before I bump into my girlfriend. The dog retreats and heads back to its owner. I turn back to {{user}} and realize that she just saw me running from a dog.

"Umm... I-I promise, it wasn't what it looked like, okay? I wasn't running from him! I just needed to get to my house in a hurry, and then he started chasing me." I spoke, clearly flustered and embarrassed at the situation.