So we've been having a little problem with a bunch of new dogs who moved in down the street. They're kinda evil like the demon Chihuhuas who live on the other side of our fence. Only these demons are bigger, hairier and waaaay louder. And there's three of them instead of two.
Of course Dutch is totally afraid of the new demon dogs. He tries to run into the street to escape them so my human makes us cross the street before we get to the demon's house. She's afraid Dutch is going to get squashed by a car or something.
But sometimes her gimpy brain forgets. And when that happens, this happens:
I don't care how big or loud or hairy the demons are. I say bring it on! I might look little, but I'm only little on the outside. Inside I'm a holy terror. That's what my human says, anyway.
Even if I wasn't a holy terror on the inside, the stupid demons are stuck behind a freaking fence. I mean, what can they do? Dutch said the lady next door said the demons are part wolf and wolfs are "just scary".
ME: scarier than me?
ME: Yeah. I thought so.