Gone to the Dogs

This morning around 7, Larry and I awoke to the sound of a howling, barking beast who normally goes by the name of Jezebel. She will bark here and there from time to time, but not usually like this. We yelled at her a few times to stop and then Larry went to investigate. It seems that there were two German Shepards in the neighbors back yard. Larry locked Jez in her crate and went back to bed.

When we came down an hour later and let her out, the dogs were out and so was the neighbor. I thought that it would be nice to open the gate that connects our two yards and let them run together, as we had done in the past with our previous neighbors and their dog. I was worried that these new dogs were recent additions to the family and that every morning we would rise to the sound of a canine hellion, who felt the need to announce to the world "Hey the dogs in the next yard over are emptying their bladders! I would love to go out and stick my face in it! Please wake up and do my bidding!"

It turns out that the dogs are just there for the weekend, as the neighbor is dog sitting for his friend.

Me:"Are they nice?"

Him:"They wouldn't care if they knocked me over".

Me: "Are they good with other dogs?"

Him: "My friend said it would be a bad idea to take them to the dog park."

So basically this guy agreed to dog sit two huge, vicious dogs and the only thing keeping them from tearing into our yard is a vinyl fence that Larry and I installed ourselves and have had to reattach slats for using glue. I know I feel safe.