I don’t know his name. But you guys have just made me realize that the rottie that lives at the garage on the corner is a serial killer! Or at least he’s trying to be…
See, I take the bus to work because it would cost me almost $200 a month just to park in the garage at my office and I categorically REFUSE to pay that much when I can take the bus for $52 with a monthly bus pass. I’ll just drive my car at night, thanks very much. Taking the bus means that every morning and every evening, I walk past the mechanic’s shop on the corner twice a day. This business got taken over by new people over the summer, and they installed this rottie on the lot. He has a dog house, and a long chain, and he socializes all day long with the customers, and appears to be a generally happy creature. In the mornings when I walk by the fence, he walks up, and pants, and paws and whines, and just makes a big display of wanting to be petted and loved on to everyone who passes the fence. It’s on a street where there’s a school, so a lot of kids stop and pet him through the fence, and he just about licks their hand off. In the daylight, he’s a Quaker Dog—you know, doesn’t believe in violence of any kind.
BUT AT NIGHT!!!
At night, he has another personality. One that I have seen many times and thought quite funny, but in light of this thread, it takes on a sinister meaning….
At night, after the garage is closed and the gates are all locked, he is let off his chain to guard the property. He goes into the middle of the yard with a big chew bone, and lays in a pool of light that lets him see the whole of the fence line, and he gnaws on his bone.
When he sees someone walking past one of the gates, he gets up and quietly walks toward them; if they go around the corner, he follows them along the fence to the second gate, until it comes to the fence on the other side. This fence is one of those dual fences that has chainlink covered by boards on one side. He will follow you right to the latch of the gate into this fence
Now, there is a gap in the fence boards about 30 feet down the lot; it’s between two racks of stacked tires, and it’s very, very dark there.
As soon as a pedestrian gets past the gate and he can’t be seen anymore, this dark black, apparently killer-in-the-night Demon Dog RUNS down the fence to the gap in the boards…and he waits, in the dark for them to walk past the gap…
AND THEN HE SPRINGS!!!! He starts roaring, and jumping against the chain link, sounding like 40 kinds of h*ll!
Of course, MOST people scream and jump, or trip and fall—the other night, it was a kid on a skateboard who JUMPED up, came back down one footed on his board, which then went FLYING out from under him down the street into the next yard (almost killing the evil ChiaHuaHua that lives there, the nasty ittle bitch), and doing almost a full backflip before he hit the ground on his hands and knees. (Since he was coming from the skateboard park across the street, he had his pads on, so he was fine, if freaking out.) I, to be honest, had to sit down on the bench at the bus stop I was laughing so hard. The kid was not amused.
Once he elicits this reaction, the Demon Dog trots back to the middle of the yard to await the next pedestrian. And every night, he meets me at the gate, quietly padding along until we come to the fence; then he runs like mad down the fence, and stands waiting.
Because I know he’s there, I can see when he arrives, the pink tip of his tongue lolling out of his mouth, sticking thru the chain link. Oh, he WATCHES for his victims, yes he does Precious, he watches.
I of course, don’t scream. I let him roar and jump and make all kinds of noise, and then when he finishes, I tell him he’s a GOOD BOY!
All this time, I thought that the Demon Dog was just playing. But clearly, he’s trying to kill someone, and won’t be satisfied until someone has a heart attack right there by the fence!