Good Dog

As some of you may know, we once had a problem with teenagers cutting through our backyard on their way to the bus stop early in the morning. The trespassing stopped after I shouted at the punks a few days in a row. Had they continued walking on our property, I had plans to turn the sprinklers on them or to mark the property line with Bailey's poop. Luckily, I did not need to take such measures.

Years later, it now seems as though a new generation of hoodlums has found their way into our yard. Last week, as I stood on the patio in my pajamas with my hair a hot mess and holding Bailey on his leash, I watched as some stink-eyed girl in skinny jeans and a hooded sweatshirt walked across our yard. I said nothing - I didn't need to. Bailey, my dear dog, did all of the "talking" for me. He howled and howled and howled at the lazy skank for breaching his territory. I let him continue, even as she glared at both of us. Before pulling Bailey back inside, I said (loudly enough for her to hear), "Good dog". I have trained him well.

Some of you laugh at me for getting angry at the high school students who traipse through my yard. I know that they could do much worse, but I get upset about the trespassing for the following reasons:

1. It shows no respect for personal property.
2. It demonstrates laziness.
3. It disrupts my morning routine (If Bailey gets upset by the trespassing, he doesn't poop. If he doesn't poop, I need to take him out again before I leave, which costs me an additional 5 minutes.)
4. I don't care to be seen by anyone in my pajamas with my hair a hot mess at 6:30 a.m.

The stink-eyed girl hasn't been back through our yard since that day last week, but Bailey and I are keeping watch for her and any other teenaged trespassers!