lovey stuff... or not

So it's Valentines day...

You think I'm gonna write something all sweet and cuddly fluffy about how much I LOVE Mr. Kaos don't you?

Or maybe blather on about the mass of hand made cards we've pumped out of this house in the last week.

Well you'd be wrong then wouldn't you...  I'm not gonna say lovey dovey pink puffy heart things.

(even though I am thinking those things at a couple of you... oh you sly devil ladies that I love... you know who you are)

Instead I am going to be thoroughly unpleasant but caring all at once...

I'm going to talk about people and their dogs.

Or a man and his dog...

Are you ready?

I have a neighbor with a dog.  No big surprise there right?  He doesn't live on my street but because my house is on the way to his kid's school he walks past it everyday.

He seems like a very nice man.

His dog, it is super friendly and very nice.

When it shits...  in my yard...  he picks it up.  I truly appreciate that he picks it up.  So much that I don't care that it shits in my yard...

That is not me complaining.  I'm okay with all of the above...

What I'm not okay with is that every single day his dog goes running blocks ahead and he comes running down the street chasing it.  Yelling for it.  Calling it in vain.

He has a leash for it.

It is always in his hand.

He saves it for when they get to the

busy streets.

As I was saying he yells for the dog to come to him.

The dog laughs at him (okay... he doesn't... but if he could he totally would) and runs further still.

This happens every day.... well that, or the man wanders around the neighborhood looking for his dog worried that something has happened to him because when he let him out he ran off.  And he's missing.  Because he doesn't put him on the leash.

Unless he's at the really busy street.

There seems, to me, to be a simple solution.

Funny...  I seem to be the only one around here that realizes that it isn't just a good suggestion... it's the law.

that's all...



...oh fine...  Okay.  I'll say it.

Happy Valentines day

but I'm not buying you any flowers.