Kujo Returns

In high hopes of recovering some semblance of intimacy, Thursday night was dubbed "Family Fun Night," and of course no such occassion could be complete without a trip to our neighborhood park. Okay, okay, in all honesty it is not our neighborhood park, since it is in the next subdivision over. In many other parts of the world, this is not a heinous crime, but in the dangerous land of Texas, it is a capital sin to go into the park of a neighborhood that is not yours. In fact, they even have signs posted to that point and purpose, warning away non-residents from said park. So when we go, we have to go in cognito as residents of "Memorial Northwest" (all of these preliminaries is just to set the scene that what we did was pure madness). So we headed over to the park of forbidden pleasures (such as the long rope where you can swing through the air like Tarzan, as long as you remember to drop before colliding with the monkey bars) and much to our chagrin we saw that family fun time would have to be shared with another family, no doubt legal residents of the subdivision. Upon closer inspection, we discovered an even more discouraging fact, that said residents also had brought with them a dog, a dog without a leash. Now, our dog is just a little Daushund (sp?) and this dog was a large Weimeriner (stupid dogs with German names...). We brought our dog into the park and took her off the leash momentarily to let her run down the slide, which she seems to enjoy. Upon her exit from the slide, I went to grab her, but she was small and slippery and I was too late. A confrontation ensued as the other dog came over to inspect the intruder. It was a knock down drag out tussle that any of the stray dogs of Italy or Mexico would have been proud to witness. Our dog (posing under the sweet street name of "Rosa") actually went for the other dog's soft underbelly (which she could reach, having a stature of about six inches) biting and growling and barking with all the ferocity of a junkyard killer. The other dog did it's best to put up a respectable fight, but was really rather frightened, I think. It took the other guy a good deal of yanking to finally get the animals apart. Am I the only one who thinks it is folly to keep such a vicious (though miniscule) creature in the house?