Trapped ...

I can't go out in my back yard. Neither can Lizzie. We are trapped inside by two giant dogs. It is crazy.

Anyone who knows me knows I love dogs. I don't think I have ever been scared of a dog, but these are two hell hounds that weigh about 70 lbs each. They bark and bare their teeth every time they see me, and the one time I went out to "pet" them (hahaha), they both chased my fat ass all the way back inside. Seriously, I was about halfway out in the yard, and I had to run (I mean RUN) back inside as they both chased me. I am sure that was something to behold.

I can't fully investigate, but I believe they belong to my neighbors and have found a hole in the fence to climb through. But I certainly can't go out there and fix it or I'll be killed. So I left a note on my neighbor's door explaing the sitch. I hope they fix it soon.

I can't believe I can't walk out in my own yard. Because of dogs!

Liz needs to pee and run around ... poor thing. I guess we'll have to walk around the block this evening.


'Stop touching my magic bone!'