Monday, November 28, 2011
It is ironic that I had just written about how some things don't change. It has been almost exactly a year since I've had any trouble with my neighbor's dog pack and I thought that problem had been solved. I couldn't believe the immediate rush of anger when I saw three of them racing up my driveway headed hellbent for home. The labradoodles (Labrador retriever-poodle mix) she breeds are unmistakable. I'd heard a week or so ago that one of the 'doodles was loose in another neighbor's vineyard, but hoped it was an isolated incident and, being informed of the escapee, the owner would take preventive measures. I dislike getting that mad, but I also dislike having to be hypervigilant regarding my animals, watching for signs of tension in the goats, listening for the terrified squawking of the chickens. Throughout the day, Bessie and I went to the door and windows repeatedly. I made one courtesy call to let Annie know her dogs were on the loose; any future sightings will be reported to Animal Control.