September 29, 2003
My dog kicks ass
Spring kicks ass. She's incredibly ferocious and fierce about defending her territory. With all this fierceness, I should be glad that we don't live in a litigious society! Oh, golly, what a relief.
If we were living in a place that was very happy to have people sue on another, we might have to put up a "Beware of Dog" sign. Thank heaven that people around here are so courteous when rabid dogs snatch a meaty chunk from their calf. (They are named calves, you know.)
So back to my ass-kicking dog. And back to reality. We do, in fact, have a "Beware of Dog" sign. It's goofy and it has this silly font that looks like it should be for bubble gum or marshmallows. Or those soap foam things for kids where they have the cartoon characters on the top. There's a picture soon.
We kind of let the sign tip over. It's little, we don't always need it, we're slackers. So it's upside down. And a delivery man came who's never been here before. He obviously didn't see the sign since the important message was underneath (I'm assuming he doesn't have x-ray vision).
BrilliantEditor hops out the door to catch the delivery guy before he makes it to the back stairs. He does, indeed, make it just in time. He explains to the guy that we have a sign, but it's fallen down. We shall be more dutiful in the future.
I'm sure the fellow thinks we're full of nonsense and other things.
So BrilliantEditor has the sign in his hand, as he was just showing delivery man. He turned around and there was Spring. Since BrilliantEditor was unwilling to relinquish the delivery, he was holding it up by his chest. His other hand, the one containing the sign, was lower.
So Spring sprung into action.
Our homeowner's insurance covers dog bites. Just in case you were concerned.