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13 March 2001 @ 12:34 pm

Was in the kitchen setting up the coffee machine and doing my toast and pate for lunch, when I thought I heard someone yell. So I looked up (out the window) and there were two men staring over the back fence of the garden at me. I know there's a football field so I wondered if they'd lost a ball, but I couldn't see one anywhere in the garden. They kept staring at me, so I went though to the other room for a little bit coz it was making me nervous. When I went back through they were in the damn garden! We share the garden with our landlords, so I went round and told our landlady. She'd mentioned that someone must've been in the garden before as a panel of the fence had been broken round the side. So she got the dog out and went and stropped at them. I feel a little bad, coz they were after a ball they'd kicked over. But I couldn't see it, and I'm not going to go out and see what some random strange men who are staring at me want. For that matter if the landlady had had the dog out I'd've not gone in the garden anyway ... it's not a small fluffy dog, Lutz is a 7 stone doberman and it's all muscle. And he doesn't know me that well as we don't use the garden when he's in it (I'm pretty scared of him to be honest). But those people shouldn't've come into the garden. I know it'll be a fairly long walk round to the front door. But you don't go climbing over people's fences. Grr.

All a bit unsettling tbh, if I'd not happened to be in the kitchen I wouldn't've noticed, and then they coulda come and tried to get into the house or anything and I'd've not known till they did. *merp* Silly fears, but I've always felt perfectly safe here till now and I still am really, coz there's the landlady who's almost always in next door, and the dog. But still.

well, that wasn't at all what I was going to talk about today. Last night I didn't quite finish my Call to Power game, gonna play some more tonight, think I might win this one :) Read some more of my WebScriptions books, I'm a bit behind on my book reviews at the moment - hopefully I'll get round to doing some soon.

Continued sorting out my Introduction chapter today, think I'll finish it today, or maybe at the start of tomorrow morning. Then on to something else, like the discussion. Which I oughta let my supervisors see sooner rather than later, as it's all my own ideas and they've not seen them all set out properly before. Wanna be sure they're not gonna say 'it's all pap'.
Current Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
Current Music: Everything But the Girl "The Only Living Boy in New York"
ex_ciannait on March 13th, 2001 05:28 am (UTC)
Big dogs get a bad rap.

Dobermans got a bad reputation, at least over here, in the 70s when people bred aggressiveness into some of them. They've made a comeback recently, as more responsible breeders have been breeding more docile qualities in them. ;)

Over on this side of the pond, there's a big row about aggressive dogs right now. A San Francisco woman got mauled to death by a pair of Presa Canarios, because their owner couldn't control them. (There were also mutterings of beastiality on the part of the owner, but that's another more sordid story.) Anyway, the hubbub now is that, "Presa Canarios should be banned! We should stop breeding them!" Well, the problem with that is that people who want attack/guard dogs will move on to another breed. (Presa Canarios, btw, are like 140 pound pit bulls.)

The "bad" breed used to be pit bulls. My downstairs neighbor had a pit bull, named "Chilly", that he'd raised since this dog was a puppy small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. Watching that cute little puppy attempt the stairs was too much. ;) He grew up into a cute, dumb, loving dog. I wasn't afraid of him in the slightest, except for wondering if he'd try and knock me over in exuberance so he could lick my face. Definitely a people dog, and he went with my neighbor everywhere he went. ;)

Anyway, enough on that subject, I guess. Point being, not all big dogs are big scary dogs. :)
Margaretpling on March 13th, 2001 06:13 am (UTC)
*nod* Yeah, I just have a bit of thing about dogs anyway, so he's quite intimidating coz he's big. But he is well trained, and he's great with the landlords' kids ... the three year old just pulls Lutz around by his ear to take him to see something or whatever. I guess it's more that as I'm intimidated by dogs I've never been 'introduced' to him, so I'm not sure what sorta reaction I'd get if he found me in his garden. He might recognise the person he sees in the flat all the time, but he might think 'stranger' and corner me somewhere. More a problem with me worrying about it and being scared of him than a problem with the dog himself.

The 'bad breed' over here was Rottweilers for ages and ages, though we've had scare stories about pit bulls too. I think it depends on how the dog is taken care of tbh, if it's a properly trained and properly looked after dog then it's not likely to be a raving monster!

Me, I'm just scared of dogs, but I don't know why. One of those silly things. I'm even a little scared of J's parents' dog (a labrador spaniel cross) and he's a pathetic dog that thinks everyone is his bestest bestest friend :)
ex_ciannait on March 13th, 2001 06:15 am (UTC)
Awww, sokay.

I'm kinda scared of dogs, too - mostly that they're going to try and slobber me to death. ;)
Lolamilkmaid on March 14th, 2001 08:15 am (UTC)
Don't blame you honestly. 8 ) I grew up on a farm with all kinds of cute and cuddly animals (including dogs) all over the place, and honestly, I'm wary of dogs in general. When I get to know them and vice versa, its usually a different story. But the experiences I've had with dogs usually leads me to be careful. One thing I did learn is that scare stories are just that, and those who jump on the 'banning' bandwagon are overexcited/emotional. There've been both very positive and negative experiences with dogs in my life, so Pling, I don't blame you in the slightest 8) But go make friends the right way 8) You'll have less stress in your life!! 8)