Another day in the life...

... So I'm outside, watering the newly planted turf on the walkway to the Vierk Mansion. On the seed box it says to keep very wet. Especially when they are hot. Well, wet and hot is how I prefer my wenches, so perhaps I'm on to something. But I do digress.
So walking up the street from the ocean, here comes this 60 something ex academic, from the state Juniorversity nearby. Department of education, so the supra tentorial horsepower ain't much to write home about. Probably ESL. EdD, not a real doctorate. Retiring on the usual fat pension, VERY fat, which few now receive, in the dreaded private sector. Had a McMansion built for her and rat dog alone, just up the street. You get the drift. You know the type.
Frumpaceous, with the faded glad rags, bandana, no maquillage, self cut locks, and liberal Biden badges on the chest. What chest? This woman complained that I was crazy for having such a big dog in HER haunt, my spy minions inform me. But trying to be civil, I say "hi", approach, and ask if I might say hello to the little rataceous canine she walks.Yes, she says, but little foo foo is afraid of some men. so slink down, and slowly offer your hand, which I do.
The 6 pound black whatever comes closer to me, and gives me doggy kisses on the hand. Copacetic as one could wish for, and perhaps I've made a friend. At least of the dog, as I know these frumpy liberal educated unloved women, like the back of my hand. As Rush says. Soon, peace be with him, BTW.
Bravo is indoors, and normally stays put if the spring loaded lock on the screen door is doing it's job.
But heavens, he barges outside, sees me schmoozing with the rat dog, and perhaps, in protective mode, starts running around the little pooch, and lesbo mistress. Quickly they are tangled up in blue, the color of the long lead. Not attacking, but definitely menacing, enough for her to screech, "Oh God", and to try to pick up her animal.
I shout out profuse apologies, as she runs up the street.
Now one bite to the necks, and he could easily dispatch the pair. But this isn't his intent. so I try to grab him. and only can get hold of his wolfie tail. We play like this, so he's ok with it. But she turns, and starts to screech, "Oh,please don't hurt Bravo."
I then get him by the collar, and bring him inside. Praising him, profusely. But how does this female fit the mold? And as usual, can't make any of this up. Well heeled, neurotic liberal women. Gotta love 'em.