The Tank

I got a call from Natty this afternoon and she was in a bit of a panic.  We do not have a fence between our yard and the neighbor to the rear.  They have a good size Rottweiler named Tank.  He has been pretty aggressive with me a few times and he poops in my yard so I am really not a fan.  Anyhow, today Jack was in the back yard just doing his thing and Tank was in his back yard doing his thing right up until he saw Jack.  He then came after Jack in our yard.  Jack took off towards the house.  He didn't get to the door but ended up behind the garage.  Tank was in the middle of our yard barking at him and I think for the first time in his life Jack was scared of a dog. 

The kid, or Jack, is like the dog whisperer.  He has, or had no fear of dogs.  I am sure they sense that and Jack really enjoys just loving them.  He does end up in an occasional make out session where the dog ends up licking all over his face. Makes me want to vomit. 

Anyway, Natty adds just a little taste of drama to her reports sometimes.  It's, creative journalism I suppose.  In her state of panic and outrage she told me that Jack was attacked by Tank.  I am picturing the worst.  She told me all about yelling at the neighbors and threatening to call the pound.  Sweet.  I asked about Jack - was he bit?  No, no bites.  Tank apparently jumped up on Jack and wouldn't get off of him.  When you are getting these reports over the phone in a most dramatic fashion you tend to get a little worried.  So it ends up that none of this is true.  The dog did come after Jack but never got close.  It was a very traumatizing thing for me to go through when I was a kid and I am sure that Jack won't soon forget Tank.  He was pretty shook up about it.   

Perhaps the Tank experience will be a good one for Jack and maybe he will use more caution around certain dogs.  We shall see.