Muahahaha

My crankypants neighbors and their evil Hellhound like to sit on their balcony (which faces our house) in the afternoons. It's often that I hear them yelling talking loudly. Their stupid dog likes to gnash it's teeth at everything that goes by (which, granted, isn't a lot since we're out in the country).

Now, our lovely Sasha is a very smart dog. She may shed like a balding man, and vomit whenever things get hectic, but she's a genuinely good, sweet, and most importantly (at least for this story) smart dog.

Josh gets home at about 5:00pm each day. Sasha knows to sit by the door (it has glass panels she can see thru) about 15 minutes before he's due home. So, when we hear him pull up, I open up the door for her to see him. She stands at the top of the steps - never runs to greet him. She waits patiently, ears back, making cooing noises, and wagging her tail til she almost turns inside out.

And ooooooh boy, does the nasty little Ceberus from next door HATE THAT!!!!! This little black dog on the balcony sees Sasha being all good and happy, and just wants a piece of her. So the crankypants neighbors start yelling at their dog (although they could be yelling at us, but who knows?). Meanwhile, Sasha just stands there, looking pretty, not making a noise, waiting for her daddy to walk up the door.

Do I really have to open the door up for Sasha to stand on the steps and wait for Josh to walk through the door? Heck no. But it gives me a wonderful sense of satisfaction to hear the next-door buttheads and their dog from hell get all riled up.

I'm such a rebel. And I'm convinced that Sasha knows exactly what she's doing as well.