Night watch

The echo of my high heels was spreading all over the boulevard, like a blanket of rhythmic post-ecstatic parade of pleasure. It was already 2 hours past midnight and my fancy hair style had long gone turning into a squashed pumpkin on my head. But it was all well and I was that confident young woman from a half-dream, half-reality that walks alone at night with no fear, and with a huge knife in her pretty bag.The day seemed all over. But it wasn't...
I realised I wasn't alone because of the strange clatter behind my back. After that first attack in a park one night, I always get freaked out(inner freaking out, of course) even at the slightest suspicion of someone behind me. So as I slid my hand down to the knife and held it tight in my arm I turned my head back with a serious, semi-intimidating expression on my face.
And there it stood!
It was the cuddliest dog in the world, sniffing the air behind me. Maybe it was trying to catch my fragrance!? I smiled as widely as I could:
-How are you, my sweetness!- I whispered softly and walked on.
And before I could react the dog came in front of me and I almost tripped over it, as it tried to sit down beside my moving feet. It looked at me as if understanding my fear of...all the things that may happen to me here at night.
I slid out my glove and tenderly run my hand on its head. And that marvellous dog bowed at me with amazing gracefulness.
I could hear myself talking to it...Him! I decided it was male and gave it my favourite random doggy name : Chochko!
He walked in front of me, speeding up and then turning its head to wait up for me to catch up.
The sound of my unrealized speech and the soft breath of Chochko put my thoughts as rest. As I approached the store next to my flat I made plans of buying dog food and arranging my sweet companion with a midnight feast. And when I turned my head one last time to look for him in the darkness of the street, in front of the shop , he was gone. I was out of the dark and back to safety and Chochko had provided me with safe passage.
It wasn't extraordinary. He knew I needed him and there he was. My knight in shining fur and I- a damsel in permanent praumatic stress...