Neither rain,nor sleet,nor common decency..

Check out Bones,my next door neighbor's ferocious watchdog,behind a 4 foot chain link fence.
He's a full 5 inches high at the whithers,and weighs in at a respectable 3 pounds.
Bones is on the job 24/7,alerting the neighborhood to all and sundry would-be intruders.
It took me 4 months to finally get him to stop barking at me,and another couple of months before he'd garner enough courage to let me reach over the fence,and scratch him behind the ears.

So, I'm sittin' on my couch long about 1:00 PM,and Bones goes on full alert!
I look out my bedroom window,and see the mail truck parked in front of our house.
I see the mail-lady get out of the truck,not with the mail,but a small can of..something.
I lose sight of her as she reaches my neighbor's fence,but Bones stops his barking,and she returns to the truck!

'Son-of-a-bitch! ..She just maced the little guy!..FOR NO REASON!'

By the time I get out the front door,and onto the porch,she's coming up the steps with our mail...and I'm pissed!

'Did you just spray that little dog for barking at you??'

'No!,..I yelled at him'...LIE #1.

'Well what was that can o' shit you had in your hands?'

'Suntan lotion!'.. LIE #2

I look over at Bones,and he's desperately rubbing his face on the grass.

'Is that why he's acting like THAT!?'..

'Yeah,..I yelled at him'.
BALDFACED LIE #3...

Okay,I have two choices.
I can snatch her up by the hair on her head,drag her lyin' ass over to the truck,grab her mace,and shove it up her ass!..My first inclination...OR!..

I can look her dead in the face and say,'Yeah..Right'.

I chose the latter.
I also considered briefly,calling her supervisor and filing a complaint.But I reasoned that our little confrontation might be enough to bring her around to some kind of sense.
..Wait a minute,..there's someone at the door.

I shit you not!..

The supervisor came to inquire if I had yelled at her mail carrier!

'YES!..I did!'
It seems little miss mace has attempted to head off any repercussions for her nasty behavior at the pass,by reporting ME!

'Can you tell me what happened?'..

I relayed the story.
How I witnessed her go out of her way to torture a small,harmless beast,for what was clearly the sheer joy of it.

'Well,she said she's been bitten by that dog before and..

END OF CONVERSATION!..

'I can't talk to you anymore!..That dog never bit anyone in it's life!
I'm not registering a complaint,but she needs to get a whole n'other route!'..

Well, I stormed in,and Mom o' LK went out and explained to her that I was thoroughly pissed..
It seems the supervisor already had her suspicions about this particular bitch,and just wanted to verify the whole incident.
Fine..
I just can't imagine she'll be delivering mail in this neighborhood again.
We'll see.

This all transpired while I was writing this post,so I'm not exactly up to speed on my pissed-offed-ness.
I've found it helps me regain some balance,if I pick on my guitar a little.

**Today's Friday Video**



Streets of Laredo/Dust in the wind*

*With bonus mistakes included for your shopping convenience!