I was outside my basement door, holding my dog on his cable while he relieved himself.
When I get home I scope out the yard to make sure Mule’ s not there before I bring BHeart .outside.
My dog is never in the yard -never anywhere without me. He’s never off his cable when I take him out
Angel and Friend loved him. Frequently they’d call his name to come out and play. “Hey Bheart” until I let him on the porch to greet them.
We were outside about five or ten minutes, Angel’s kids came out. BHeart wagged his tail.Angel came out, same thing.
Suddenly Mule flung open his basement door . BHeart barked .but I told him to stop . He did. I took him inside before going back to clean up after him.
Mule roared
” You need to do something about that F*king dog !.”
I asked ” Like what?”
Mule snarled “Keep him under control ”.
“I get that .I seriously” do .” From above Angel’s daughter “Yes she does.”
Mule looked up, caught.
An angry drunk -in his van ; tossing bottles at stray cats: begging for another beer .