Apr. 14th, 2011

lemon_says: (Hugo)
Hugo doesn't like too many people, tell you the truth. He's not like Ripchen, who is everybody's friend and never met a tennis ball she didn't like. I actually got Hugo for P back in 2004, but he's really more my dog. Hugo pretty much just wants to hang near me and not do much of anything else. He enjoys a good game of tug from time to time, but can't walk from here to the corner without needing to drink a whole bowl of water and lie down: the curse of the short-muzzled dog.

Hugo bites. He doesn't always bite on purpose--he once bruised the crap out of [livejournal.com profile] mrs__smith's husband's leg because they were playing tug, and Hugo's head is like Disney's Stitch, where it's practically a flip-top, and if his mouth is open he can't see what his teeth are doing. He went for the rope, missed, and got L's knee. He's a bulldog, so it does hurt even though he's not even trying to bite. His aim just sucks.

He did once bite the Georgia Power guy on purpose, though. I was talking to him on the back steps, and Anya let the dogs out of the kitchen. They were just barking, but then the guy stepped up on the step with me and reached his hand toward me, and Hugo damn near took him down. I apologized, but he did understand why H flipped out. It DID look like he was coming to get me.

My neighbor, as you might be aware by now, is like living next door to a halfway house run by Sanford & Son. This is, after all, the man who crashed into my house with his truck while drinking. Anyway, as long as we've been here he's taken in an assortment of friends and relatives who are down on their luck (or just out of prison) and take turns living in either his shed (the one behind the house, where the big screen TV is) or his second bedroom. Out of all of the strays that have come on gone, none but this newest one has ever made me uncomfortable. Some of them we've given rides to the bus station or they've done a few odd jobs, and every time my dad's here they drag him over there for a plastic cup of moonshine. This one just bothers me, though, and I can't put my finger on it. I feel like he's taking advantage of my neighbor's slow health (and mental) decline, but there's just something sketchy about him.

Hugo HATES him.

He barks at everybody, but man, he hates this guy. Today I was on the porch getting laundry and the guy said, "Why don't he like me?"

I said, "Don't take it personally. He doesn't like anybody who isn't family."

He nodded, then said, "Think he'd bite me if I came through that fence?"

I said, "I'm sure he would. He's very protective. You wouldn't be the first person he's bitten."

Dude, you give me the creeps. What do you THINK I'm going to say?


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