LavenderRott
September 29th, 2004, 11:38 AM
First, let me give you just a wee bit of background.
I live in a mobile home park. The corporation, in it's infinite wisdom, has decided that no pit bulls, rottweilers, or wolf hybrids shall live in it's parks. This means that my girl spends most of her days inside, so as not to be seen by park personnel. I had her when I moved in, she is registered with the park so I must assume that, barring any bad behavior on her part, she is fine where she is. Just no need to rub anybody's face it, if you know what I mean.
Living in a park like this means that there is no fence around my yard, so my girls must go out on a chain. We use a plastic covered steel cable that is 20 feet long, but have wrapped it around a porch post to shorten it a bit. I can put the girls out on cold mornings without going outside, yet the girls can not reach the entire yard as this would (and did, there for a bit) destroy my lawn. Pee stains, you know. Having a nice lawn is not a luxury here, it is a park rule, so big brown patches are a no-no.
When the girls go out, I am usually right inside the door, as that is where my sunroom is and the computers. So, they are never unattended even though I am not usually standing outside watching them. They are not allowed to bark when they are outside, so one barks means they come in now.
So last night I put the lovely little Missy out to take care of business. I had just put dinner on, so I thought I would go stir the burger while she was out and she would be ready to come in when I was done. I was about halfway through my sunroom before I hear the unmistakable sounds of a dogfight in MY DRIVEWAY!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems that the little chihuahua mix from across the street was out without a leash and decided that my dog did not belong in my yard! And to top it off, the young man who was trying to catch the little rat had another dog (small black dog that I won't even venture to guess at a breed) on a leash that was now throwing it's self into the fray!
Missy, being the good girl that she is, came to me immediately when I stepped out the door and started hollering for her to come. (Well, it took a second for her to get the d*mn anklebiter off of her face.) We met half way on the steps and I hauled her inside.
I think the kid mumbled an apology as I was closing the door. But it still took him another 10 minutes to catch that stupid dog.
I live in a mobile home park. The corporation, in it's infinite wisdom, has decided that no pit bulls, rottweilers, or wolf hybrids shall live in it's parks. This means that my girl spends most of her days inside, so as not to be seen by park personnel. I had her when I moved in, she is registered with the park so I must assume that, barring any bad behavior on her part, she is fine where she is. Just no need to rub anybody's face it, if you know what I mean.
Living in a park like this means that there is no fence around my yard, so my girls must go out on a chain. We use a plastic covered steel cable that is 20 feet long, but have wrapped it around a porch post to shorten it a bit. I can put the girls out on cold mornings without going outside, yet the girls can not reach the entire yard as this would (and did, there for a bit) destroy my lawn. Pee stains, you know. Having a nice lawn is not a luxury here, it is a park rule, so big brown patches are a no-no.
When the girls go out, I am usually right inside the door, as that is where my sunroom is and the computers. So, they are never unattended even though I am not usually standing outside watching them. They are not allowed to bark when they are outside, so one barks means they come in now.
So last night I put the lovely little Missy out to take care of business. I had just put dinner on, so I thought I would go stir the burger while she was out and she would be ready to come in when I was done. I was about halfway through my sunroom before I hear the unmistakable sounds of a dogfight in MY DRIVEWAY!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems that the little chihuahua mix from across the street was out without a leash and decided that my dog did not belong in my yard! And to top it off, the young man who was trying to catch the little rat had another dog (small black dog that I won't even venture to guess at a breed) on a leash that was now throwing it's self into the fray!
Missy, being the good girl that she is, came to me immediately when I stepped out the door and started hollering for her to come. (Well, it took a second for her to get the d*mn anklebiter off of her face.) We met half way on the steps and I hauled her inside.
I think the kid mumbled an apology as I was closing the door. But it still took him another 10 minutes to catch that stupid dog.
