TheHeretic
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Joined: 3/25/2007 From: California, USA Status: offline
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So I'm waking up this morning, wandering through the house in my boxers, scratching inappropriately and waiting for the coffee to kick in, when I realize that the dogs next door are barking differently. Then I hear the gate rattle and open the front door for a look. There is this six foot teenager in the driveway, right next to my car. I asked him, as politely as I could, just what the fuck he was doing in my yard. "I had to cut through," was his answer. I opened the screen, and set the the dog on him (85 lbs of wolf-hybrid). I knew darn well the dog wasn't going to take him (that's a different phrase) but he didn't. Pretty athletic. He went from standing still to a belly flop on the roof of my car in a blink. When the dog circled to the inside, he went flying off and down the street at an impressive sprint. Three houses down, he dove onto the hood of a tall SUV, and I recalled the dog. Not a wise choice, I know. If he'd run out in front of a car, slid right across the SUV hood onto the wrought iron fence on the other side, broken an ankle even, I'd have been liable in civil and criminal actions. I didn't care. WTF is wrong with some people? If he had started with "I'm sorry" he wouldn't have wound up with birdshit on his nice black shirt. Even if he wasn't checking out my car stereo, just taking a shortcut through a neighborhood of cul-de-sacs, why the hell does he feel his convenience is more important than my property rights? There's no walkway, he had to scale a 6 foot cinderblock wall and a 5 foot cyclone gate to get to where I found him. My neighborhood has been going down at a rapid clip. The ghetto bird just stopped circling about two blocks over. Thank God we'll be out of here soon.
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