[caption id="attachment_754" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Do you hear that, Heather? We've got new neighbors...[/caption]
Forget things going bump in the night. They bolt right out of doors here! Every evening, Heather and Mr. K go on their fourth and final walk for the day between 10:30 - 11 p.m. The other night was just like any other, except for the new neighbor across the hall who came out simultaneously, said hello and commented on how cute my puppies were. We then headed in separate directions - she to the trash chute, Scottie Dad and I to the elevators - when I hear her say, "oh, crap."
I turned to make sure everything was okay and, to my horror, I see a rottie mix coming toward us. Now, for those of you who've followed Mr. K's adventures, you know he has a history with rotties that (quite literally) once left him hanging from a not-so-friendly Rottweiler's mouth. So, you can imagine how I felt when I saw one trotting toward us. As luck would have it, I turned to see the rottie - who actually looked quite friendly, although you'd never know it by the temper tantrum Mr. K was throwing - and saw a second rottie mix come bounding out of the apartment and the nice new neighbor of mine taking her sweet time walking toward us, saying they're harmless and probably want to play.
Finally, the new neighbor came for her dogs, apologized and I was able to continue on toward the elevator. I was so shaken up by that experience though. All it takes is for one bite and Mr. K could be out of luck, right then and there. And the simple thought of having to put him down after everything we've been through is enough to make me sick. People laugh when I tell them that neither of my dogs are particularly friendly with other dogs. They always say something sarcastic like, "yeah, they look like real killers." What's more, so many of them continute to walk with their dogs off leash, including these two rottie mixes that have just moved in.
Another neighbor of mine was waiting for the elevator the other morning with his dog. She's not too friendly either, but she graciously allows Mr. K and Heather to join her in the elevator if her dad picks her up. So, there they are, waiting patiently when the elevator door opens and the two rotties come bounding out of the elevator, knocking my 6'2" neighbor on his back and leaving his dog terrorized. The rottie mix owner apologized but was later seen that day escorting the rotties through the lobby (a big "no-no" according to this building's HOA) off-leash.
Moral of the story (and I may be speaking to the choir on this one, Scottie Moms and Dads): keep your pets on leash and be considerate of those who may not have an overly friendly pup! Everyone is safer that way and it certainly would save this Scottie Mom from suffering an early heart attack, that's for sure.