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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : Dammit, this day sucks!"
Dammit, this day sucks!
For reasons known only to Stan and I, yes this is a cursed day in the history of the world...sort of. But I just had another scary thing happen! I was taking Lucifer Sam outside for a pee, and I hear some noise around the corner. I think it's the neighbors, the Connors, but no, it's a lazy little fat boy who lives across the alley, too lazy to to walk around the block, so he cuts through our yard. He was quite surprised to see me and Sammy, and Lucifer starts barking (as he should). I tell the kid that he doesn't want to cut through the yard, because the other dog we have tends to bite (and that would be Mr. Plato). The kid stares at me dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, but LS then escapes his leash because he's scared. I yell "SHIT!" The kid can now see I'm too preoccupied trying to catch Lucy, so he continues to cut through our yard, the potato boy. I'm pretty freaked out, because naturally, Sam won't let me get near him, and now he's barking at me. I realize the best strategy is not to chase him, which will make him run away, but to walk AWAY from him instead. So I head toward the door, pretend I have a yummy in my hand, but he's still barking at me. I quickly run inside, grab some biscuits (what dog can resist biscuits?) and throw one at him. He comes close to get it, and then I offer him more inside the door, and quickly grab him. Whew. At least he stayed in the backyard and didn't run down the alley, or worse, out front.
Stupid little fat boy. Bad little dog.