Dog day morning

On Tuesday I was traveling from one worksite to another. One of the streets that I go down used to be residential but is becoming more industrial all the time. The street used to be two lanes and is now three. Of course, that means that the front yards of the residences are down to nothing. The houses are almost on the street.

Well, this particular day I was going down that street and I heard barking. Tiny, furious barking at that. This Toy Poodle was playing Tuff Girl in Town. Seemed cute that she was running down the sidewalk and barking. Then, with the street so close, it was nothing for her to run out in the street. She ran right at my tires. As soon as I stopped she ran back to the yard. Okay, good, I started up again, and again she ran right for my tires. I was inching farther into the middle turn lane, hoping to get away from her. No good, she did it again for the third time. I was so mad/concerned that I was unable to find my four-way flashers. I just got out of the car and started pounding on the nearest door. Dog-mouth was standing there barking her head off at me.

Finally a woman came from around the back and said, "Fifi!" Like that's a surprise, with her barking and my pounding. She kept calling the dog but it wouldn't come to her. I tried to go to the other side of the dog to help corral her, but she kept avoiding both of us. Then, when Fifi made a mad dash to the backyard I made a mad dash to my car. Thank goodness the speed limit is only 30 and people were able to go around me. I don't think the police would've cared that I didn't want to squish that little poodle.