So I ranted and raved on Monday about the homeowners’ association. Thursday I ranted and raved about the police going on private properties to respond to alarm calls and then shooting “threatening” dogs once they got there.
My karma was due for a bit of a hazing, I suppose. After 42 sleepless hours I took a nap yesterday afternoon. I then woke up and let my dog out to pee. He’s legs were practically crossed, seeing as how I slept through his normal bathroom break.
About five minutes later my doorbell rang twice in quick succession. That’s the universal good-neighbour code for “There Is A Problem Out Here”.
Long story short: Someone opened my gate, my dog got out. My neighbour sounded the alarm. I ran around the outside of the house hyperventilating and repeating “Christ Jesus, help me” over and over again. Well, Christ Jesus, he did help me, because at the sound of my voice my little dog came trotting up to me. He looked confused because he didn’t KNOW that side of the fence and was trying to figure out how to get back in his yard. I picked up and and stood in the front yard holding him, tears streaming down my face.
I have no idea how the gate got open–other than the fact that it had to have been opened by a person. I do know I won’t be dissing the HOA anytime soon, nor will I have much to say about police trespass for a couple of days.
I’m also checking the gate before I let out the dog.
Somebody (I assume one of the kids who used to walk up and down the alley) opened out back gate and let out our dog once. Just opened it to open it. I’ve kept a lock on it every since.
People can be so stupid.
Mailman? Meter reader? Glad it was a relatively short scare.