sorry mr. dog

This morning another dog stormed into our house. This is the second time this has happened to us since we've moved in - not the same dog of course - but the second time I have had to wrestle a large dog and drag him out of the house with kids crying and a small amount of fear that at any given moment this dog could bite me.

I went outside to take out the trash only to find a large black dog suddenly running throughout our house and chewing up Jack's toy cars. It took some Charlie*- wild coy milkin' wrestlin' to catch him and literally PULL him like a child throwing a tantrum out of our house.

I felt really guilty calling someone to come pick him up, but he wouldn't leave our front porch. He just scratched at our window all morning yelping and barking. Jack of course felt happier that we was on the outside again, and stood most of the morning talking to him about SpongeBob, cars and trains, and inviting him to "come in and play" again.

45 minutes of barking later, animal services, and the owner (who had noticed him finally missing off the chain in his front yard) arrived to collect "Trouble" the dog.

So bizarre.


*view our friend Charlie and his mad coy wrestlin'/milkin' skills - he's the one in the white long sleeves:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TscsdYyTvw