The neighbor's dogs

I'm not going to lie. I dislike my neighbor's dogs. Almost as much as I dislike my neighbor. This is the knot in the fence the two rottweilers use to sniff us out before wreaking havoc on our pleasant backyard experiences.



Oh ... aww ... hey there ... you butt head.



I dare you to leave that nose there longer. I will think of something to stick up it.



And this is why you won't catch us gardening during a weeknight in our backyard. This is the reason why my quiet, well-behaved dogs can't enjoy space in their own yard. Because after enough jumps and lunges at the fence, these rottweilers broke into our yard and went after Lola. Nothing has raised my blood pressure more than that moment and just the sight of these dogs now makes me sick.



But I know I shouldn't blame the dogs. I should blame our crappy neighbor, whose laziness and careless habits created these beasts that disturb our sleepy suburbia.

He's a terrible dog owner. I bet he's an even worse father.