Jeepers Creep

I guess it only takes roughly two months to learn to dislike your neighbor. Today on the way down to take P.W. out for his afternoon constitutional our downstairs neighbor's dog charged and attacked Bleys. It is an older golden retriever and it was totally out of control. It had Bleys' head in its mouth and Bleys was yelping and submissive urinating. I broke it up before it got out of hand, but it was crazy. The man didn't even seem to care didn't seem to understand that having his dog on a retractable lead meant that he wasn't in control of his apparently dangerous animal. His response was that he had to control two dogs and his daughter scraped her knee and "he's not bleeding, is he?" Oooh, that made me angry. These people have two dogs (something that isn't allowed in out apartment complex) and I haven't said anything because it didn't really matter to me. But now the office is going to hear all about it in my written complaint about those people and their dog. Unfortunately, the whole incident has me hopped up on adrenaline and now I can't really relax.

In other news, Jason bought scuba gear today! He is so busted. I'm jealous, jealous, jealous. I want scuba gear too, pleasey-weasy. I want to go diving all the time and forever. I want to get advanced open water certified, nitrox certified, become and dive master, and then take some more classes, and finally teach scuba. Wouldn't that be awesome? When I was little I wanted to be a cetacean trainer. I've always loved the water I want to be in it right now.

Mood: Wistfully hopped up on adrenaline.