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.