The Queen's Rambles

I’m calling animal control tomorrow morning. We weren’t attacked by a dog, but we were growled at and lunged at by a pit bull and I think I need to at least make the attempt to have something done. I don’t know if they take that kind of thing seriously here. I know if it was just a regular ol’ dog like a German Shepard or Black Lab they probably wouldn’t, but pit bull? Maybe it is worth the call.

Our neighbor has a pit bull. A big, non-neutered male that scares the bejeezus out of me. Usually the man is with it, but sometimes he leaves it outside tied to a tree. Sometimes he checks the mail with the dog off-leash. If I’m out and see the dog out without a leash I will stay in my car or hot foot it to the house until it goes away. Maybe I’m just a big wimp, but when it comes to dogs that can clamp on to your neck and not let go until they damn well choose, I’m not taking any chances.

Anyway, today some teenage girl that I’ve never seen before was out walking the beast. Erik and I had to walk right by her and the dog to get to our house. I tried to put on a brave face but I’m sure the dog smelled the fear. As I walked by it growled at me. It was fine with Erik, but then it growled at the two hooligan kids that were following us, hoping I’d fart out candy.

We made it home safely, but we weren’t really on a mission to go home. We were just on a mission to pee.

When we went back to the playground, the girl and the dog were there. She asked if the kids were going to play there and I told her they were, so she left but didn’t go far.

Suddenly she was back with the dog. Another mom had come out at this point and the dog started barking, growling and totally lunging at this lady. I was sure we were going to have to call 911 and hope the gang of drug dealing hooligans across the street from the park had a gun to shoot the damned dog in the head. I don’t know how the girl got control of the hell hound because she certainly didn’t look like she had the strength for it, but luckily she managed.

Erik and the other mom’s kid were on top of the double slide about ready to go down, so I yelled at them to stay at the top of the slide. Not that it would have done much good, but thankfully they complied even though they were confused. With the way things are made for safety these days the dog would have had no problem jumping up there if it decided it wanted a tender little morsel.

It took us awhile to decompress after the incident. It is scary enough to be around an aggressive dog, but it’s terrifying when it feels like a pit bull is about to attack. I have heard so many pit bull apologists whine about how the owners are at fault, not the dogs. It is all in the training of the dog. Blah blah blah. All I know is, I don’t like that dog in our neighborhood. I want it gone. If it decides to really attack there is nothing we are going to be able to do except look on in horror as it rips out the throat of an innocent victim.

And to think, before all this happened I was sitting on the bench hoping the drug dealing guys that seemed to be giving each other dirty looks didn’t have guns and weren’t going to start a shoot out. Never thought I’d be hoping they guns so they could save us from a dog! I don’t really know where they would store a gun, though. They wear their pants down around there knees. Do you think a holster fits in their boxers?