socializin'

so yesterday rylan and i took the dog for what we thought would be a really uneventful walk around the block. we take her to the park down the street and let her run around for a bit, then we see another dog coming, so we put her back on the leash and head back down the street (away from said pup). see, our dog, she's just unfriendly. im sure its our fault, but we blame the humane society! when we went to see her at the pound (love at first sight!) she was in the cage with this horrible dog who tried to bite her every time she tried to come to the front of the cage so we could see her. we also think she's a doggy rape victim, since the only time she gets really hostile with other dogs is when the go to smell her lady bits. anyways, i digress... so we get to the end of our block and turn around to see the guy and his dog right behind us. we explain that she's not a nice puppy, but he doesn't listen. and his dog is big, but this doesn't stop little lola- oh no, this girls got a lot of fight in her (she gets that from me!). so the dog goes to smell her hoo-ha and she snaps at the dog. the guy just laughs and says they're playing (brain dead idiot) then lola starts foaming at the mouth, cause that's what she does when she's nervous. he will not leave us alone. well that dog starts to lose interest and starts to chew on pinecones. and then guy proceeds to tell us that we really need to socialize our dog and watch "the dog whisperer."
we get home from our short walk and the neighbors (who we've never met) ask rylan to come help them move an entertainment center. they all have ankle biters, which is fine, but they were standing around talking about them afterwards, and obviously rylan and i have nothing to contribute to this conversation, but we can't just leave... turns out one of our neighbors husbands is a pastry chef from the netherlands! kind of cool.
anyways... thats my story, and im stickin to it.
-chels