Walking to my local post office, I held my son’s hand.
Only as we approached the door, I felt Alex stiffen.
By the front door, there was a man with his dog.
The pup was sitting still on a lead – but it didn’t make a difference.
Alex, now seven, was terrified.
Bursting into tears, Alex was reaching up for me to hold him.
‘It’s OK,’ I tried to soothe.
Alex had been scared of dogs ever since he was four, when he, his dad Martin, 51, and brother Ross, now nine, were knocked over by an untrained Doberman whilst on a walk in our local woods.
With developmental delays and sight loss, it was hard for Alex to express exactly how he was feeling.
Alex had first been registered…