Leash

My wife, my 60 pound Belgian Shepherd and I were chased down by a loose pooch this morning. It was one of those 15 pound Bichon Frises or Cock-a-poos or some such dog that belongs warming someone’s feet instead of in the middle of the street. I had to hold my dog back from having a morning meal. Since blood wasn’t drawn, the other “dog” just kept circling, barking and snapping. The owner’s finally came up the street but couldn’t get the pooch to go back in its yard and after 3 tries, my wife finally made a menacing gesture and the little dog settled down on the ground long enough for the owner to pick it up. Her apology: “The electric fence is broken.”
Eeesh. How about something exciting like, “I was watching The Life of the Cheeta on Animal Planet last night and it must have gotten to him.” or, “My dog’s been very territorial since real estate taxes went up.”
Anyway – we were no worse for the wear and got more exercise this morning.