Meeting the Neighbors

Zoe and I met one of our neighbors last night…well, actually, it was the neighbor’s dog. The conversation went something like this:

Zoe was on her bike, I was carrying recycling down the driveway to the curb. Growling dog comes charging out of the neighbor’s garage. Figuring that there’s an electric fence, I was not alarmed. Dog, unbound by any fence, or chain, or human figure, continues to bark as he runs onto our driveway and circles around me towards Zoe. I yell “NO” at the top of my voice once. “BARK! GROWL! BARK!” was his response. “NO” I yelled again. More barking. Finally, a man comes out from the garage and (from about 50 feet away) calls the dog in. Feeling a little embarrassed for having yelled at their dog (but thankful that I didn’t pick up a stick or rock to defend us), I say to the owner, “Oh, sorry…I guess we were a little surprised and frightened…”

He took a look at Zoe and I, turned around and walked back inside, closing the garage door.

I love it when I make a great first impression.


About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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