Clearing Webs

My Neighbor's Dog

So it's this little yappy pug type (what is it, Bob - Michelle? It's a pug w/out the funky nose). Anyway, they have all these pieces missing from their fence and yet continue to put it in the backyard as though it was actually going to stay in this time. This morning I first heard it running around about seven or seven thirty. Cursed pup up before my kids is not okay with me! Then when the garbage truck came I was informed by my snooping three and four year olds "That dog is in the middle of the road while the garbage truck is there!" I peaked our little spy window with them to see the small dog indeed dodging the giant truck. Around nine this morning I took Arlo out back to potty. He immediately went around to the side yard and started barking which is very rare for him. Turns out the meter lady was trying to get in without letting little Puggers in with her. Of course to no avail. This thing is fast, spry and wholly untrained at listening to humans. Arlo ran around the yard with Puggers while the meter lady did her business (and the dogs did theirs). She tried & tried to get that little dog out & I finally told her to leave it, I'd take care of it later. I let Arlo stay outside with Puggers and play for thirty or forty minutes then let him in seeing as how it's around thirty five degrees and raining. I, however did not let Puggers in having seen his outdoor antics & imagining a house full of Puggers poop, chewed toys and allergy inducing dander. I find myself here now at eleven thirty in the morning with two naked boys in a tub, a tired nauseas body and passive aggressive dreams of "teaching the neighbors a lesson". What a jerk. "Maybe having the dog missing for a day or two might get them to fix the fence and maybe care a little more for the safety of their dog." These are the folks who had the boxer that ran out into the road and attacked Arlo, knocking him into Gid on his bicycle. They just aren't the type of dog owners who do the whole training and loving thing. There's this small evil part of me who wants to take Puggers to the dog park this evening to this wonderful couple who owns two pugs and would make fabulous new owners for this little guy. Again, I don't hold any pretenses of good, loving neighborliness right now. I'm not going to take Puggers to the park. I am, however, going to keep him in our laundry room until after my midwife appt this afternoon when I have a friend here to watch the boys while I take Puggers home. It was scary when they had the big, attacking bull dog now it's just sad with little neglected, annoying Puggers.