Remember.....
that black dog in The Omen? The one that the nasty ‘nanny’ keeps in the house? Well it just moved into my neighborhood.

Said dog was walking down the street when I came home at 9:00 last night. I just saw it in the small wooded area behind my house. It was stalking us all week-end. My husband has seen county animal control take it away - twice. And it keeps coming back. It has a collar and tags. But it keeps leaving home and hanging around here to menace us. This is your stereotypical menacing black dog. A dachsund or schnauzer just wouldn’t have the gravitas to unnerve the people it stalks. (Can you imagine the dispatcher at the sheriff’s office attempting to keep a straight face/voice while receiving this call, “There is a wiener dog following me and watching my family?”)

The worst thing about this dog is that he makes the neighbor’s new German Shepherds (The Captain and Tenille, I kid you not!) bark. Cody and Scrappy rarely bark. Except when those Shepherds are barking. Then everything here is up for grabs. This was not funny at 10:30 last night.

While I’m invoking media memories........
does anyone remember that annoying techn-pop disco-ish song that accompanies those two loser dudes on Saturday Night LIve? Some endless refrain of ‘baby don’t hurt me.’ Right around the time the dogs were calming down and I was sweeping the last of the popcorn left over from the evening showing of A Midsummer Night’s Dream from my bed, a vehicle with an ungodly sound system parked itself in the apartment complex (about 100 yards away.) Blaring that dreadful song. This song went on for well over 5 minutes. When it finally stopped I approached the window to yell out - at this point I was losing any patina of refinement. The offenders deserved a sarcastic thank you. Just as I had my head in the window, it started over again. Baby, I was ready to hurt them. Someone else came out to terminate the party. Just when I was about to join it.........in my nightgown, never mind the formalities of a trenchcoat.

I woke up with a vague feeling of illness. For a moment I contemplated staying home with the boys and curling up to watch the Godspell DVD that I brought home. Then Scrappy had an asthma attack, launching me out of bed. I don’t feel so rotten. I may as well keep going.

Between school assignments, I want Rick to keep an eye out for that black dog. I think we’re safe from the techno-pop party boys. I bet they’re sleeping in....