|Bella's sweet smile.|
Last week, early in the morning, a young punk was walking at 10th and Washington and was startled by the dogs. He wasn't happy. He called me names. When I started walking toward him to apologize and assure him they were just coming up to say hello, he got even madder.
I won't waste more ink on him. Idiots shouldn't take up your time.
Bella, the dumb black Lab mix, is always on a leash. Usually Lucy strolls right beside me. Tucker is a work in progress, but sometimes he and Bella can be trouble makers in the alley. They love to chase the squirrels, but again, they have never bothered anybody.
Last night a neighbor down the alley complained because Lucy was sniffing her trash. "Get off my property. This is private property!" she bellowed.
Of course she has a yippy little dog in her fenced-in yard that I can hear clear down the alley, while in my house.
"Very sorry. Can't hear you. Your dog is too loud," I said.
Look. I understand how dogs can upset people. And if you don't know my dogs, yes, I understand you would be cautious. I can tell you they are great dogs and very friendly and will probably lick you to death, but never harm you.
So the next time Ms Anti-Trash Sniffer gets mad at me, maybe I'll put myself on a leash and sniff it myself. And maybe I'll ask her politely to put a muzzle on her annoying little yippy, yappy dog.
Nah. I'll just keep walking.