Wednesday, June 22, 2011

My Problem Child

Just when I thought my neighbors couldn't hate me anymore- Izzy proves that anything is possible...

Izzy, as many of you know is my very large, very sweet and very unstable 3 year old boxer. At times I believe that she may be my very best friend in the world. And other times I daydream there is a famine in the land and I have to use her as survival food.  I have said from the day I brought Rafi home, I would have assumed that kids were hard if I had never had Iz, but after a few years with her, a baby was a breeze!

A few weeks ago we had my family over for a casual weekend hang out. We are mexican so this means there are like 30 people who just showed up randomly to kick it. In the middle of the afternoon we all decide we are going to head out to Pflugerville lake and swim, bike, run- just get out and enjoy the sunshine.

As a few of us are headed out the front door, Izzy is still roaming the house. Nobody is paying attention to the fact that my neighbor is walking past our house with his very small, well manicured dog in tow. I mean really well manicured. Like pink bow in the front of her hair type manicure.

Izzy, who usually misses large pieces of food that you are throwing right at her, somehow sees this dog. She pushes through the opened door and charges at the man and his dog. My neighbor who I have only waved to in passing is now standing in my yard, screaming. High pitched freak out screaming. I see a whirlwind of hair, pink bow included, flash past my face. My neighbor has his dog flying in the air by its leash, twirling in circles, screaming.

I imagine that the little dog looked like the best interactive chew toy ever to Izzy,  who of course was in a full circle sprint, leaping in the air trying to get the dog.

Finally my nephew runs out and grabs Izzy, picking her up like a harmless baby and carries her into the house. I tried to play it off with my neighbor like Izzy was worried about the safety of the dog because maybe she thought he was choking it. My lame attempts at humor were met with a very unhappy face and mumbling under his breath.

At that point I decide it is best to look at the ground and walk as fast as I could to my car, and speed away.

Guess I won't be getting neighbor of the month... again...