I must admit to some level of culpability in this regard. The postman had me signing for a package at the front door the other day, and my vicious 93 pound dog bolted between us, out the front door, and charged the neighbor kids up the street. It got pretty ugly. The poor kids were screaming and running in all directions. Their parents came out just as one stumbled and fell in their front lawn, and my dog pounced and went straight for his head. I knew it was going to get bad...
So, darn it, Ed stole the kid's stocking hat and wouldn't give it back. I had to get all authoritarian and give him the "here", "heel", "sit", and "drop" commands. By then we were surrounded by excited kids and parents. The littlest one pleaded "can't Ed please stay out and play?". The dad said "I'll run him back and put him in the yard when the kids come in".
I love my neighborhood. Oh, the culprit:
