Nonstop Excitement
Returning home with maelstromsl after a kettlebell and lunch session, we were surprised to find a huge Rottweiler wandering on my street. I don't know everyone on this street but I'm pretty sure I'd have noticed if someone had a dog like this.
After about an hour, I looked out, and saw no signs. All the neighborhood cats were laying about in their usual places. I figured that was a good sign, since logic dictates that they'd haul ass from a large, dangerous dog.
Heading down to get the mail I heard the most awful bark in the universe, and turned to find the dog bounding out of the shadows of a neighbor's carport. I wondered if he belonged to them and had just gotten out, and since he was putting on a show of 'demonstrative barking' (a lot of leaping up and down, and loud barking that says 'Hey! Look at Me! This is My Spot!') instead of just a quick bark or growl, I continued on my way to the mailbox. He didn't follow me, and I congratulated myself on my foresight this afternoon when I put on my brown pants. It was quite rattling.
Rather than tempt fate (and since he started barking when he saw me again) I took the long way around our block to get home. I don't have that neighbor's phone number, and I'd like to warn them before they get home so they don't surprise him. I also hate calling animal control because unless he has a microchip or a tag (I coulnd't see) sending him to the pound would basically be killing him.
EDIT I freaking give up. Only one neighbor was helpful--the one across the street was too stoned to help and since he'd seen the dog earlier, gave his assessment as 'he didn't look vicious.' No, genius, a dog might not BE vicious, but if he's started he might bite, and since he's 150 lbs it doesn't matter. Another neighbor, after hearing my warning and saying 'I'm sorry I can't help you but just call animal control, it's the owner's problem,' ignored me and proceeded to walk her toddler down the street in front of the house.
I'm done. I'm done trying to help people. I'm too goddamn nosy anyway.
After about an hour, I looked out, and saw no signs. All the neighborhood cats were laying about in their usual places. I figured that was a good sign, since logic dictates that they'd haul ass from a large, dangerous dog.
Heading down to get the mail I heard the most awful bark in the universe, and turned to find the dog bounding out of the shadows of a neighbor's carport. I wondered if he belonged to them and had just gotten out, and since he was putting on a show of 'demonstrative barking' (a lot of leaping up and down, and loud barking that says 'Hey! Look at Me! This is My Spot!') instead of just a quick bark or growl, I continued on my way to the mailbox. He didn't follow me, and I congratulated myself on my foresight this afternoon when I put on my brown pants. It was quite rattling.
Rather than tempt fate (and since he started barking when he saw me again) I took the long way around our block to get home. I don't have that neighbor's phone number, and I'd like to warn them before they get home so they don't surprise him. I also hate calling animal control because unless he has a microchip or a tag (I coulnd't see) sending him to the pound would basically be killing him.
EDIT I freaking give up. Only one neighbor was helpful--the one across the street was too stoned to help and since he'd seen the dog earlier, gave his assessment as 'he didn't look vicious.' No, genius, a dog might not BE vicious, but if he's started he might bite, and since he's 150 lbs it doesn't matter. Another neighbor, after hearing my warning and saying 'I'm sorry I can't help you but just call animal control, it's the owner's problem,' ignored me and proceeded to walk her toddler down the street in front of the house.
I'm done. I'm done trying to help people. I'm too goddamn nosy anyway.