I took the dogs for their last pee of the night at around 1:25 AM this morning. (I'm a night owl; I'm usually up then.) My apartment building is on a corner with a secluded side street, and that's where I walk the dogs late at night. It's one of those narrow streets just big enough for one car to drive down.
A guy comes walking up the street alone, he's pretty tall, got stringy blond hair, a puffy black jacket on, a grocery bag with some bottles in it and looks kind of angry. He asks me where 2135 is. I ask, "On Main Street or Side Street?" He looks at me like I'm stupid.

"Side Street." We're on the 200 block of Side Street and the 2100 block of Main Street, but he insists that 2125 Side Street is over there and that 2135 Side Street has to be on this block.
Solo quietly interposes himself between me and the guy. "MM," he says in the back of his throat.
"I'm sorry," I say, while I make sure that Solo's leash is shorter than the distance between me and the guy. "That's 250 Side Street over there, are you sure you have the right address?"
Solo says, "Err. Err." He doesn't have that panicky, mesmerized, dilated-pupil look that he gets when he's worried about a stranger for his own sake. He also isn't at my side or slightly behind me like he would be in that situation.
The guy looks kind of huffy. I think he might be drunk. I begin to get a little nervous about him. If I didn't have Solo with me I have no doubt my heart would be pounding in my ears. The street is dark and dead silent and there are no other people around, and he's between me and my apartment building.
The guy takes another step towards me. "I have the right address."

Solo goes to the end of his leash. "Rawwrr rawrrr rawrr rawrr!" His ears are forward, his eyes are hard and his tail sweeps high over his back.
Skeeter, who has been quiet up to now, adds for good measure, "Ap ap ap!"

"You're about twenty blocks too far north," I tell the guy's retreating back.
"Psycho dog," the guy mutters as he makes a hasty retreat.

Solo immediately goes back into calm mode, after a couple of dirty looks over his shoulder at the guy. This is very unlike the way he is after reacting to a person who scares him. In those situations, he remains hopped up and spooky for a while. But now, Solo nonchalantly wanders over and marks a tree.
Skeeter huffs a few more times in the direction the guy went in, and goes over to mark the tree too. Poor little guy, I think he thinks he made a difference.
Fly, bless her heart, was completely useless through the whole encounter and spent it standing behind me and Solo looking kind of intimidated.

Solo can be a useful dog sometimes.

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I very much liked the story. Thanks for telling it. Perry
"Psycho dog," the guy mutters as he makes a hasty retreat.

"Phycho," maybe, but in a good way.

Matt. Rocky's a Dog.
My dog used to hold it all night. Melanie, since you're a woman, I'd stay out of secluded side streets at 1:25am.
Just my opinion.
~Q
Good for Solo! Just shows that when it's necessary, he'll step up to the plate.
Kathryn in Mi
> "Psycho dog," the guy mutters as he makes a hasty retreat.

"Phycho," maybe, but in a good way.
Well, I don't know if I'd say Solo's psycho in a good way but he does have some normal aggressive behaviors mixed in there that can be handy.

I don't worry about getting carjacked either. And heaven forfend anyone ever try to enter my apartment without our permission.

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I don't worry about getting carjacked either. And heaven forfend anyone ever try to enter my apartment without our permission.

I've been down with a fairly bad cold so last night after I'd gone to bed a friend came over, entered my house, and left a bottle of Nyquil. I heard her come in and so did the dogs, all of whom raised their heads without sitting up, promptly put their heads back down, and went back to sleep with nary a peep out of one of them.

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I heard her come in and so did the
dogs, all of whom raised their heads without sitting up, promptly put their heads back down, and went back to sleep with nary a peep out of one of them.
Dangerous dogs indeed!

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Sounds like two very useful dogs just doing what comes naturally..Emotion: smile I have two myself that I take out all hours of the night and I don't have a thing to worry about. I've never had anyone come up to me one look at Barney & Brandys posture backs them off really quick.

Often I'm out in the back yard at 3 am while the dogs do their thing and people will slow down their cars when driving by. I think it has something to do with the fact that my back yard is right beside a funeral home and when people drive by they can't always see the dogs from the road so I can imagine what they are thinking..LOL
I've even had the local cops slow down and cut in the side street down to the alley to see what the heck was going on. As soon as they see the dogs they drive right off.
Celeste
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