Killer

This is Killer.

Actually he's my dog Baron.

He's a miniature schnazuer.

He's fearless.

So, last night Trixie's taking him for a walk around the neighborhood.

Enjoying an uneventful jaunt, they're making their way down the home stretch...

then they get to the hoosier's house.

Backstory: (Short I promise)

So, there's a guy in our neighborhood, who may have won the lottery or something, or he's in an assload of debt, either way, he looks like no one else in our neighborhood. (I know, I'm an elitist, get over it.)

He's got sort of a mullet and he always parks his car going the wrong way on the street.

1. It's against neighborhood rules to do this.
2. Dude, are you THAT lazy? Just park it across the street from your house (Which is still against the rules. No street parking allowed overnight), and walk!

He also lets his dog run free ALL THE TIME. (Against the law, not just the rules. Are you sensing a trend here?)

I knew it was a matter of time before it happened...

So, Trixie is walking past Mullet Manor and his dog comes running out into the street and at my dog.

Mullet Man and his bride do nothing to stop it except yell it's name...that didn't work.

Trixie just stands there and attempts to put herself between what appears to soon be a dog fight.

Fact: Baron is a spoiled asshole. He doesn't like children and he doesn't like other dogs. But we still love him.

The dog, who is three times the size of mine, charges ahead and attempts to lunge at Baron.

At which point, Baron, who has no fear, leaps into the air and goes right for the dog's throat.

Trixie had to yank Baron away...he was unrelenting.

Mullet Man, sensing now that there's a problem, jogs across the street to retrieve the dog...something he should have done minutes before.

Baron is still snarling at the dog, who has now backed down.

Mullet Man grabs the dog by its collar, kicks it in the ass...HARD...and walks into Mullet Manor without saying a word.

No sorry.

No nothing.

As Trixie walks Baron down the street, he's bouncing with adrenaline and confidence...she looks back to see Mullet Bride consoling the freshly kicked dog, and gives Trixie a dirty look!

Can you beleive it?

1. My dog was on a leash.
2. Your dog habitually is not.
3. You made no attempt to retreive the dog when you saw my dog approaching. If you can't control your dog by voice, put it on a leash!
4. You saw Trixie walk past your house earlier, wouldn't you figure she might pass it again and put your dog inside, or, am I trying to make a point here, PUT IT ON A LEASH?
5. My dog may have kicked your dog's ass, but neither Trixie nor Baron actually kicked your dog. That would be your Mullet Man. Take it up with him bitch.