I took this photo of my neighbors' house yesterday with my cellphone. A few days ago, Sophie and I came out on our porch just as the mailman, Joe, was walking up the steps. Sophie approached him suspiciously, but relaxed when he scritched her.
"You're much nicer than our last mailman," I told him. "He pepper-sprayed her through the screen door."
"What? Really? That's not right. If the dog's behind a door and barking, it's just doing its job. Doesn't bother me."
He paused. "But did you hear about Rocket? He came through the front window yesterday. Scared the hell out of me."
That's Rocket on the left, with a visiting buddy. I took this picture last year when I was moving in. Rocket, like many Wiemaraners, has a lot of energy and is a sweet dog, but kinda dumb. My standard question when I meet Wiemaraner owners is "So, what has he destroyed?" The answer is usually a litany of gutted couches, mangled door frames and shredded children's toys.
Rocket is no exception. Sadly, he gets little exercise, so I have occasionally had to return him to his yard when he decides to go for his own walks. And of course, when someone comes to the door, he lunges into guard-dog mode with crazy abandon.
In this case he lunged right through the window at Joe. Who whipped out his mace and yelled. Rocket took two steps and stood there, baffled. Looked at Joe. Looked back at the window. He wasn't hurt, just startled as hell.
Luckily, Rocket's owner was home. She came running and corralled the dog.
"It took a long time for my heart to stop pounding!" said Joe.