It could have been very bad.

We have this neighbor. She has a dog, a little, white mop of a thing that despises my dogs and thinks he is much larger than he really is. We made a mistake when we first moved to the neighborhood, actually, we made two.

1. We were nice to the woman when her little $hit of a dog got loose (repeatedly) and attacked our leashed dogs (repeatedly and sometimes even on our damn front porch.)
2. We held our dogs back so they didn’t hurt the little $hit who didn’t realize that he was smaller and outnumbered.

So. Eight years later and we are still having the same problem. Only now, my dogs aren’t 4 and 8 and capable of inflicting wounds but are 12 and 16 and capable of being injured much more easily. Also, now I have a child who wants to walk his dog outside…you know, where people do that sort of thing.

This morning, I took the dogs out to do their morning business. This morning, that little, white mop of a $hit was let outside in their unfenced front yard, unleashed, on purpose because…well, I don’t know why. This morning, that little, white mop of a $hit ((Are you getting an idea of how angry I am right now? Sorry.)) ran straight at my dogs, crossing a street in the process, and instigated a fight. This morning, MY SON WAS HOLDING THE LEASHES.

Fortunately, he dropped the leashes so he didn’t get dragged into the street. He was screaming, covering his ears and running around on the sidewalk in a panic as the dogs fought in the street. I am beside myself right now. The teen daughter was the one who came to get the dog and I yelled at her. It’s not her fault and I am going to apologize to her at the same time I tell the mother off.

After we got the dogs back in the house we had to leave for school. In the car he started chewing on his chewy tube, flapping his arms, squinting his eyes, swinging his head wildly from side to side and pressing his feet into the back of my seat, hard. And he was making that “eee eee eee” noise…my fellow FX moms will know it well. He was a wreck and it’s Friday and he had to go to school. *Sigh*

When we got to school, late ((of course)), he walked into school really well but you just don’t come back from that sort of total sensory overload that quick. I knew I had to warn his teacher and while we were talking…Monkey walked into class, hung up his jacket and ran off to play with the marbles. It was like none of that madness had ever happened! So maybe he does come back from total sensory overload that quick. Umma, on the other hand, is still shaking ((And also plotting, maybe next time I reach in and get bitten and call the cops? That might be the only solution to the problem and I would rather it be me than my son.)).