| We had neighbors who when they came to look at the new house next door to ours meet our gorgeous, sweet Anna. Then when they moved in they began complaining about her (she was in our front yard which was divided from their with a arborvedae fence and when they got out of their car to get their mail, she barked at them). The man shouted "Control your dog!" and raised the newspaper above his head as if to defend himself. My father-in-law who was visiting at the time, held her collor and shouted back, "She's been here with us, but has she bitten you or something?" "She doesn't have to!!" and later that week we got a letter in the mail from them explaining that they were afraid of dogs in general (why the hell did they move next door to one then?). They asked us to have control of our dog at all times even when it's in our yard. My husband went to them and explained that the dog is very friendly and invited them to come visit her, which they refused. He also explained that we would not allow our dog to go into their yard, however, she would be allowed complete access to our garden.
Anna died about five years later. The neighbors on the other side of them have a male lab with whom our neighbors are very friendly. When I see them with old Bo, I think, "you poor fools, you missed out on knowing the best dog in the whole world in Anna." Bo, by the way, roams the neighborhood getting into garbage cans, pooping everywhere, etc. I wonder what the difference was between Anna and Bo?  |