I went-armed with the paramour's camera- to have a chat with the lady who owns the dog that scared the living bejayous out of me the other day. Turns out- Surprise!- it's not her dog, it's her husband's dog and she 'wouldn't harm you.' She also said the dog wasn't 'let out' but that sometimes she 'got out'. I said that it was her job it make sure the dog 'didn't get out' and that if I saw her out again I'd report her, no matter which way the dog managed it. She then once again said 'I know she looks vicious but she wouldn't hurt you.' I said I had no interest in testing that theory.
It was interesting to note that while she was saying this the dog was panting and pacing behind the large wooden fence the kept the dog to the back of the property. It was also interesting to note that the dog was back there -secure- while the green itself was populated with kids.
Anyway I said my piece and she wasn't being a bitch about it, and she agreed that the dog shouldn't be able to get out of her front garden through the neighbour's garden and actually pointed out where they erected some sort of chicken wire barrier between the fencing to stop her using that way out. I nodded as I looked at this, but once again wondered if it was THAT safe then why was the dog in the back right now.
Either way, she assured me the dog won't be out alone in the future and that I needn't worry. I said I wasn't worried because if I DID see her out again I'd just phone the police and let them worry about it.
She didn't get all bitchy about that remark and she wasn't being a weapon during the whole conversation so I wasn't either. We said our goodbyes in a civil manner and I went on down to the path I usually run on, just down from her house. Behind me up the bank the kids played and sprayed each other with water pistols. I took a picture of the river, one because I was feeling relieved- I hate confrontations no matter how right I feel- and two, because I want you to see how beautiful it is.
I think I handled the situation correctly, but I mean what I say, if I see the dog out again I'm just going to ring the Gardai. I'll spin by there a few times over the next few week to see if she's as good as her word. I'm hoping she is.
Labels: Saturday words.