Molly caught the mailman

Molly the wonderdog's favorite past time is chasing birds and squirrels and anything else that catches her eye [neighbors]. Usually...I don't worry too much because that dog is so slow she couldn't catch a cold. I just have to make sure I keep her in the yard because - as you may recall - I lost the battle of the invisible fence rather spectacularly. So I just have to make sure she doesn't go running after any little old ladies with schnauzers. Or ummmm, mailmen. Who may be pinned on the front porch by the ferocious fluffy white dog. Like LAST week.

That's right - poor Rita let Molly out the back door and that was that. Molly's supersonic hearing must have alerted her to the mailman on the front porch (yes - the mailmen actually WALK their routes in SD. Seriously - it's 70 degrees, why wouldn't you?) because she zealously went running after him. By the time Rita caught up with her she had the poor guy pinned against the front gate looking both scared and furious (why yes he IS african american - how did you know?). And that is when our friendly local public servant maced my puppy dog....not even 3 feet in front of Rita. Ummmmm, a) who knew mailmen REALLY carried mace around anymore [oh - it's only pepper spray?!?!? Well, screw you anyway] and b) the UPS guy carries TREATS, for god's sakes - ever tried it??

And where was I during all of this fun? On one of those famous, un-interruptible conference calls. Now...Molly and her barking already join about 75% of the conference calls I conduct from the house, but rarely do my co-workers have to conduct a conference call to the sounds of a dog-barking/rita-yelling/postman-cussing/dog-YELPING prison riot like last Wednesday. I think I actually closed the call with a "WTF" before hanging up rather abruptly.

Molly - unfazed. She ran after the schnauzer an hour later. Rita and I did try to buy off the postman with a big sloppy apology note and a $20 starbucks card [I have a surplus], but we weren't sure what the going rate was for ill-behaved puppy dogs. It must not have worked because we haven't gotten a single cooking magazine delivered in a week.