I still can't believe this.........
I got a neighbor across the court from us, who's one of the goofiest human beings I've ever met.... he's got a good heart though... he and his wife do malimute rescue stuff, thats how I met him one day....
anyway.. he's one of those people who, if you said "will you empty the bathtub please"?..he'd go find a bucket, and empty it ........ instead of just pulling the drain plug.......... he's always doing something weird to and around his house, 80% of the time he never finishes what he starts....or forgets about it...
his yard is a jungle.. he waits untill the grass is at the 1 foot level to cut it...or higher.. then it takes him the better part of two days to cut it..... like...if he cut it once a week or so... it would take him an hour at best...its a small yard........
they have 3 dogs, 2 malimutes: bear, the male....120lbs...and fat like a whale... and a female thats 2yrs old they adopted... and a dog they inherited from thier daughter, a pitbull rotwieller cross that weighs 115lbs...of solid muscle... his name is "mookie"...
he uses the weedeather once a summer......the edge of his fence and around his shed and stuff looks like a bamboo forest... and when he does work in the yard or whatever... he always dresses up in a head band (sweat band)...wrist sweat bands, a white old stained t shirt, jeans 3 sizes too big for him, work gloves, and ties a bandana around his neck....... and he takes a 30 min to 2 hr break for every 20 min.'s he works........
he's a govt. contractor thats laid off right now....home everyday... his wife is a civil servant and works for a local officed "three letter agency".......
now that you have the "picture"...here's the "story"......
he bought one of those above the ground pools, you know, the blue ones, that stand errect when you fill them with water and support themself...they come with filters and a ladder.....
i saw him the other day filling the thing up........... and came back an hour later to watch it lean to the right and collapse, and send a tsunami towards the house next door..........who's resident ran out yelling.......
you see... those pools have to be place on level ground..... his yard is so sloped its not funny..... so then... i see him drive a stake in his yard, measure off 9 foot of rope and attach it..and walk in a circle with a spray can...painting a line for the 18 foot diameter of the pool. then he started digging up the grass....in strips... "sod" if you will.....
so i walked over and asked "what are you going to do with that sod?"..he said "throw it away"... i asked if i could have it...he said "sure..please take it"...
our backyard has hardly any grass from all the rain and the dogs running back there.... so i can use this to start building the yard back from the corners and fence line in....
so far, he's been digging up the grass for two days....and its still not done... we are talking an 18 foot diameter circle...heck, i'd had it dug up, leveled, and the pool up by now..so would yall........!
so i get home day before yesterday and took over his yesterdays diggings and laid the sod in my backyard. cool.
so i get home yesterday a little later, had some errands to do on the way home after dropping the van pool off...and change, get my neighbors wheel barrow cause goofies is falling apart... and start hauling again.. he's outside taking a break......again.... on my second trip he says "im goin in to clean up and get dinner on...my wife likes to eat early cause she eats lunch at 11 am......" i said "fine..no problem..i onlly have a few more trips and I'll have this sod outta here that you dug today....i'll be sure and close the gate and lock it when im done so when you let the dogs out later there's no chance of them taking a hike'"...we laughed....
not 10 min. later..... 10 friggin min.'s...... i just walked back in for another load.... im up by his back deck (whick looks like Beruit) and suddenly...i hear this low "ggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"... ..i slowly look up...to find my eyes meeting the eyes of mookie!!!!!!!!!!!! the pittbull rotwieller!!!!!!!!! the hair on his back is standing up like a mohawk........... ( d@mn...... this is gonna hurt) I thought...........
Ok... being in wolfdog rescue..i've delt with a few strong nasty critters in my time...and in the Air Force when i was temp. in k9 in Nam....... so this aint my first rodeo.......... you just need to be prepared to understand.... you are going to get bit........bit bad...... and while that jaw thats biting down with 1000 lbs per square inch on the leg you put out for to latch on....you need to make you move, getting the animal in a headlock, tighter than you ever applied one before...and choke the life out of em.........if you let up when they pass out....they'll get you before you clear the fence...........
this was all going thru my head...as now mookie was a mere 5 feet from me...and creeping forward......lips curled...back hair up...and gggrrrrrr
suddenly goofy runs out...in his clean t shirt (guess that was his dinner garb)..."oh my...im sorry...i should have checked first..... of my....Mookie ! mookie...no mookie...."... then goofy spies the gate door open..and stops controlling mookie and runs over and closes that instead... im like..."can you stop your d@mn dog ...ill close the d@mn gate man...."
he comes over and takes mookie by the collar..who's still looking at me like "later chump"...and takes him in... i wheeled out that load... came and got another...and then locked his gate........ im done with that scene.... the guy's head is so far up his (_!_) im surprised he doesnt talk thru his belly button..........
that could have been very painfull.............
I got a neighbor across the court from us, who's one of the goofiest human beings I've ever met.... he's got a good heart though... he and his wife do malimute rescue stuff, thats how I met him one day....
anyway.. he's one of those people who, if you said "will you empty the bathtub please"?..he'd go find a bucket, and empty it ........ instead of just pulling the drain plug.......... he's always doing something weird to and around his house, 80% of the time he never finishes what he starts....or forgets about it...
his yard is a jungle.. he waits untill the grass is at the 1 foot level to cut it...or higher.. then it takes him the better part of two days to cut it..... like...if he cut it once a week or so... it would take him an hour at best...its a small yard........
they have 3 dogs, 2 malimutes: bear, the male....120lbs...and fat like a whale... and a female thats 2yrs old they adopted... and a dog they inherited from thier daughter, a pitbull rotwieller cross that weighs 115lbs...of solid muscle... his name is "mookie"...
he uses the weedeather once a summer......the edge of his fence and around his shed and stuff looks like a bamboo forest... and when he does work in the yard or whatever... he always dresses up in a head band (sweat band)...wrist sweat bands, a white old stained t shirt, jeans 3 sizes too big for him, work gloves, and ties a bandana around his neck....... and he takes a 30 min to 2 hr break for every 20 min.'s he works........
he's a govt. contractor thats laid off right now....home everyday... his wife is a civil servant and works for a local officed "three letter agency".......
now that you have the "picture"...here's the "story"......
he bought one of those above the ground pools, you know, the blue ones, that stand errect when you fill them with water and support themself...they come with filters and a ladder.....
i saw him the other day filling the thing up........... and came back an hour later to watch it lean to the right and collapse, and send a tsunami towards the house next door..........who's resident ran out yelling.......
you see... those pools have to be place on level ground..... his yard is so sloped its not funny..... so then... i see him drive a stake in his yard, measure off 9 foot of rope and attach it..and walk in a circle with a spray can...painting a line for the 18 foot diameter of the pool. then he started digging up the grass....in strips... "sod" if you will.....
so i walked over and asked "what are you going to do with that sod?"..he said "throw it away"... i asked if i could have it...he said "sure..please take it"...
our backyard has hardly any grass from all the rain and the dogs running back there.... so i can use this to start building the yard back from the corners and fence line in....
so far, he's been digging up the grass for two days....and its still not done... we are talking an 18 foot diameter circle...heck, i'd had it dug up, leveled, and the pool up by now..so would yall........!
so i get home day before yesterday and took over his yesterdays diggings and laid the sod in my backyard. cool.
so i get home yesterday a little later, had some errands to do on the way home after dropping the van pool off...and change, get my neighbors wheel barrow cause goofies is falling apart... and start hauling again.. he's outside taking a break......again.... on my second trip he says "im goin in to clean up and get dinner on...my wife likes to eat early cause she eats lunch at 11 am......" i said "fine..no problem..i onlly have a few more trips and I'll have this sod outta here that you dug today....i'll be sure and close the gate and lock it when im done so when you let the dogs out later there's no chance of them taking a hike'"...we laughed....
not 10 min. later..... 10 friggin min.'s...... i just walked back in for another load.... im up by his back deck (whick looks like Beruit) and suddenly...i hear this low "ggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"... ..i slowly look up...to find my eyes meeting the eyes of mookie!!!!!!!!!!!! the pittbull rotwieller!!!!!!!!! the hair on his back is standing up like a mohawk........... ( d@mn...... this is gonna hurt) I thought...........
Ok... being in wolfdog rescue..i've delt with a few strong nasty critters in my time...and in the Air Force when i was temp. in k9 in Nam....... so this aint my first rodeo.......... you just need to be prepared to understand.... you are going to get bit........bit bad...... and while that jaw thats biting down with 1000 lbs per square inch on the leg you put out for to latch on....you need to make you move, getting the animal in a headlock, tighter than you ever applied one before...and choke the life out of em.........if you let up when they pass out....they'll get you before you clear the fence...........
this was all going thru my head...as now mookie was a mere 5 feet from me...and creeping forward......lips curled...back hair up...and gggrrrrrr
suddenly goofy runs out...in his clean t shirt (guess that was his dinner garb)..."oh my...im sorry...i should have checked first..... of my....Mookie ! mookie...no mookie...."... then goofy spies the gate door open..and stops controlling mookie and runs over and closes that instead... im like..."can you stop your d@mn dog ...ill close the d@mn gate man...."
he comes over and takes mookie by the collar..who's still looking at me like "later chump"...and takes him in... i wheeled out that load... came and got another...and then locked his gate........ im done with that scene.... the guy's head is so far up his (_!_) im surprised he doesnt talk thru his belly button..........
that could have been very painfull.............
Getting attacked by a big dog is never a pleasant experience...glad you didn't have to deal with it man. I've dealt with it once....not fun 
I played soccer for 9 years of my life, so I was lucky that a kick and a quick jump over a fence was all that it took....especially since it was a doberman 
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