Peggy is in trouble.
Friday, der B was grandladsitting one more time, the final day of camp week where he was transporting the lads to their respective lessons. ("But you can't expect them to sit still in the car without their GameBoys!" So why did Grampa have no problem at all, playing CDs to music they wanted and letting them read books?) I, on the other hand, was at work.
Upon returning home, I made sure the doggies had a chance to do their outdoor business. It would be so much easier if we could trust Peggy not to climb over the fence, but she loves to climb and then roam the neighborhood. After a bit, I left the others outside while Peggy and I went back in.
Der Brucer finally returned home, but instead of coming directly inside he stopped to look at the construction on the McGulag being built next door. I thought all the ruckus from the dogs was that they wanted to come inside, so I opened the kitchen door...
And Peggy ran out around my legs. She took half a second to see der B standing there, outside the fence, and climbed over before we could stop her. Then, realizing she was out again, she ran up the driveway and up the street.
Der B ran after her, and I ran through the house to follow. By the time I got to the street, she had run downhill, so I followed on foot, leash in hand.
I finally caught up to her, by cutting through some of the neighborhood back yards, two blocks over. She had found a very nice couple, full time residents, who in turn had managed to get a leash on her. I thanked them, switched leashes, and led Peggy back to our house.
Well, it seems that in those seconds between Peggy hitting the street and my getting her leash and following, she had run the OTHER way first. There, she had a brief encounter with a little dog and her mistress. Peggy had run right up to the little dog. Mistress had panicked, scaring Peggy away (along with her little dog and the little kids that were there, as well).
By the time I returned with Peggy, she was threatening der B. Our dog had attacked her! Our dog had tried to kill her dog! Her kids were all traumatized, and wouldn't be able to play outside for the rest of their vacation!
All of this, in just a very few seconds.
Peggy is not a vicious dog. Please note how easily the other couple, who had never met her before, were able to get a leash on her. (On top of which, they had spotted her nametag with our phone number, and had called us right away. If Peggy was vicious, how would they be able to read the phone number on her collar?)
The vacationer is now threatening to at least report Peggy to the SPCA. Technically, Peggy isn't our dog but belongs to the SPCA to begin with; we're just fostering her. Still, a threat is a threat.
Another bleh.
