February 12th 2013 12:42 pm
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This afternoon Sophie and I insisted that Mom get some exercise by taking us for a walk. We ventured forth into the Subdivision behind our 0.46 Acres of Suburbia. I believe that I have made mention of this Subdivision before -- the home of the Stepford Dogs and the Megamansions that dwarf our Cincinnati Two Story.

Anyhoodles, Mom boldly ventured onto the cul de sac street where That Woman lives. That Woman would be That Woman who years ago told Mom not to walk her "shelter dogs" in her neighborhood. Mom was so taken aback that she did not have a reply. However, Mom DOES walk her "shelter dogs" in that neighborhood anyway.

Clearly, one of the dogs in the "Nicer" Neighborhood has not yet received his Stepford Dog indoctrination. Sophie and I were walking Mom along at a brisk pace, trying to keep her heart rate up by pulling firmly on the leash.

Out of nowhere a black terrier, all of 10 pounds attacked!

If anyone is familiar with Monty Python's "The Holy Grail," then this black terrier attacked us like the Killer Rabbit.

Seriously. While Sophie cowered in fear of the Killer Terrier, I looked at it in disdain. I was NOT going to be taken out by some Mega-Mansion Killer Terrier.

Mom KNEW that I, Pennie, was NOT going to put up with this little black Mega Mansion Killer Terrier, but the consequences of me dispatching with this Killer Terrier would be BAD. Mom grabbed me, and in an effort to let the Killer Terrier live, let Sophie bear the brunt of it's abuse. Yes, poor Sophie was sacrificed in order to keep me from getting hold of that 10 pound black fur monster.

Eventually the Dad of the Killer Terrier arrived, apologized profusely, and began to attempt to corral his little beast home.

The rest of the walk was uneventful.