Back on May 7, we had a little shindig at the house. It was good times and lots of drinking. Anyway, on that day a couple flies got into the house. No big, it's just a couple of flies.
Well a month later it's a kabillion little flies. We've killed so many flies over the past month, and no matter how many we kill we find exponentially more a couple days later. At least our bug spray smells very nice. Ugh, I hate flies. hate hate hate.
2nd thing. I took Lex back to her apartment today and rider got out. Whatever, he's harmless. But just before Rider escaped, this meth-head looking white trash lady comes out with her 2 medium sized dogs. Yes, I said medium sized-top of the head about 2 feet off the ground with actual legs and a curb height ground clearance. Ms WT comes out of her door and looks to the right and says "oh fuck" when she looks down the back stairs. Then she looks our way to the stair's we're about 10 feet from and gets a pissy look on her face. She takes her dogs down the stairs and is down in the parking lot when the door to the apartment and Rider bolts out. and by bolt I mean goes the top speed a morbidly obese weenie dog can go-slow. As soon as the lady hears me calling for Rider and saying "No Rider! Get back here, Rider!" she starts to scream. Rider's plopping his fat ass down the stairs and is a good 15 feet away from the lady when she starts screaming "get off of me! Leave my dogs alone!" and acts all panicked. Lame. So I'm running down the stairs to catch Fatty McGee because verbal commands aren't working and he's out of my eyesight for about 2 seconds or less when I see the lady and the 3 dogs again. Rider is happily trotting behind them a good 2 feet trying to go for a walk. Meth head lady says, "that dog just attacked me and my dogs!" and was frantic and running away. sure sure. I scooped up the fat fuck of a dog because he's worn out from walking down the stairs and chuck him back in the apartment. whatever. I shag ass out of there because I'm starving and want to get home to my ham sandwich. I'm wondering what she's going to do about this situation because she swears that she and her bigger dogs were attacked by an elderly and morbidly obese ankle biter. Seriously?! stupid bitch.
So here's what I wanted to tell her and didn't because I was too hungry to care-if you see a slow moving weenie dog coming towards you and your dogs, what your reaction should be is
1.) laugh. wiener dogs are comical animal, especially fat
2.) if you're scared he will hurt your dogs then pick them up and get them out of harms way, if they are too large to be picked up then I'm pretty sure your dogs are not in danger.
3.) get on the curb of climb a stair, he can't get you waaaay up there
4.) kick at him, your shoe is at his face level before you get it off the ground, instant weenie-dog deterrent. Nothing above your achillies heel is at risk regardless
5.) walk faster-those 2 inch long legs and belly dragging the ground can not compete with your adult human strides.
I hate people. weenie dogs are awesome