I really hate dogs. I am not sure why, but I do know that I hate dogs more with every passing year. My neighbors to the side have two dogs, the neighbors behind me another two dogs. As a matter of fact, every one around me has dogs!
I just went outside because the annoying Chihuahua in the house behind us was barking at our yard. I thought Cricket was barking at my kids so I marched out there to give him the what for. Come to find out there is this giant yellow dog in my yard! I start shoo-ing it, but to no avail. It just barks back at me like he owns the place. I picked up a stick and started chasing after it yelling, "This is MY house!" He politely ran out our back gate and stood in the street barking at me.
A neighbor from the circle was walking to the owners to let them know their dog was out and she called out, "That is a mean dog Julie!" Oh, great, me the biggest dog baby there is and I have just made an enemy of the neighbors mean dog. Finally the guy came out with a leash to catch his dog and take it home. That is never a good sign, that they have to bring a leash. To me that says the dog will not obey and if it were trying to kill me, the guy could do nothing about it.
Back to the annoying Chihuahua Cricket, they also have a new puppy named Cashew. Cricket and Cashew also think our house is theirs... su casa es mi casa is how they roll. Cashew's chew toys are always in our yard. Yesterday I saw the neighbor boy (he is 18... but still a boy) throw his toy over our fence to the dog in our yard. Hello! The dog should not be in our yard in the first place. If my girls leave their shoes out, Cashew comes over and chews them to bits.
Dogs also love to leave gifts, feces gifts, all over our yard. I tell you what, the dog hatred in me is ready to explode. One time I was sitting on our patio with the neighbors and they were kind of laughing about how poorly behaved the dogs are. They bark at everyone that goes by, and chase them down the street. The wife said, "You are going to have to start tying them up." Well, derr... they shouldn't be loose in the first place!
Last dog story. Yesterday we were at a friends and they have a big nice house dog. Well, this girl had left her plate on the table, sandwich on the plate, and she ran to the bathroom. While gone, the dog leaned up and started licking the sandwich! Eeeewwwww. I showed my husband and he told the friends but when they turned to look the dog was just looking at the sandwich. So they just told her to get down. I was a little uncomfortable with the situation and I didn't want to call out, "Your dog is so gross, it was licking the sandwich." So, I decided to just wait and tell the girl, who was also a visitor, when she came out of the bathroom.
Today, I realize that I forgot! I don't know if she ate the rest or if she threw it away or what. But, horror of horrors, the only one that knew the dog had licked her sandwich didn't have the nerve to announce the fact. What guilt!
So, is it any wonder why I hate dogs? Really?
