What's that on my leg...HEY!

Monday was a typical crazy, nothing goes right Monday. No big deal, brush the day off, here comes Tuesday. Tuesday is going to be good I tell myself as I am drying my hair. I am ready early, an unheard of event. Then I start looking for my keys, which I am so adamant about putting on the key hanger. Hmmm, no keys, well now I am going to be late for the bus. That's ok, there is a new woman at work, and she will be there with the door open, I won't need my keys. Run out the door to catch the bus and in my subconcious, I hear the next door neighbor yelling at his chihuahua Deliana, and I hear her yipping, but it's all in the back of my mind as I am at a fast trot going down the middle of the street laden down with a huge gym bag and 20lb purse. Next thing I know, there is a tugging on my pant leg and I look down to see a silver Yo Quero Taco Bell dog attached to my leg. I giggled over the thought of it and say heeeey, as in 'hey you silly dog'. The owner finally made it down to get her and I look down at my leg to see that she has torn my stocking, and I can feel that she has bit me, but I tell him no problem, because I've got a bus to catch. Get down to the bus pull up my pantleg and find that for a small dog, she's drawn blood and taken a bit of a chunk. Well the good news is that I caught the bus, the bad news is that when I got to work, as luck would have it, I was locked out of the office.

I should have prefaced todays story with my phobia about dogs that are not chained in their yard. This goes back to living in Whitefield, NH when one day at the young age of 5, I was walking home and the nasty kids next door, sicced their mutt on me. They scared me, I ran, the dog jumped on me, and I fell and skinned both knees and ran home crying. Living in Indiana, I used to run in the middle of corn country, so everything was in mile grids, no sidewalks. All of a sudden one day a dog came at me out of no where. Needless to say I tripped and fell in a ditch, all the while holding my diginity by a string as I screamed at the dog to GO AWAY.

Now, according to Seni (11 yr old neighbor), they want to buy me new hose and pants which is completely unnecessary (and ridiculous). I just want them to take Deliana to puppy school. Gibson and Tica have offered to go rough her up, but I think I need to just feed her treats every time I see her. Works with kids, should work with dogs too?