This week, I’ve read a few really great posts about things going on in the world. So I’m over here not telling you anything important or exciting. Funny, maybe.
My neighbor’s dog is a jerk. A greedy little bastard that doesn’t want me to go into my house or see my kid sit on the steps of our house.
The last time that the neighbor’s dog came over, the owners came to retrieve it. Two owners and my boyfriend were trying to catch the dog in our yard. It was hilarious. I’m so glad that they didn’t see me laughing hysterically, while I watched from the kitchen. This is why I haven’t put curtains up yet. I’m just waiting for something else to happen.
The other night it was barking at us while we sat in the car. He wanted to bite us and nip at our feet. It’s what he does.
I tried to call my boyfriend but that didn’t work. The dog ran away for a minute and I made a break for it. I can’t say that I ran. I did walk briskly.
Of course, I could not find the keys.
And of course, the little jerk came back and had me cornered on my own steps.
So what else could I do but bang on the door and yell for the boyfriend? Nothing. I didn’t want to kick it exactly. I was ready to swing my purse at it if it got any closer.
The kid was watching. Besides that it wouldn’t be right to kick that little bastard back onto it’s own porch. Right? Right.
Times like this makes me miss our old neighbor, the rooster. Yeah, it crowed all day but it never chased us or marked it’s territory in our yard.
Sorry that I don’t have any pictures. I was too busy shooing the dog away to take a picture.