The krakens and I surprised one of the apartment maintenance guys:
Maintenance guy: “Woah!”
Me: “Sorry.”
Maintenance guy: “Those are some big ass dogs!”
Me: “Yeah, I moved to the garden level apartment, so they are necessary.”
Maintenance guy: “Two dogs and a shotgun for city livin’. That’s what I say.”
So true.
And the krakens finally earned their keep re: the city livin’ part!
They woke me up, and I took them on one of those 3am, “please pee right outside the door” non-walks. I didn’t even have them leashed.
So the creep peering into a first level apartment in the back of the building was surely surprised when two 100-pound dogs burst through the door.
The guy stood on a chair facing the window of an apartment. I don’t know if he tried to open the apartment’s window or just wanted to stare in… but when he saw the dogs he yelped, fell to the ground, and then scrambled to his bike.
I called 911 as he rode off.
Krakens:1, Hamburglar: 0
That’s funny and served his *** right!
That reminds me that when I took my dogs for walks in my old home in the downtown area, the drug dealers would give us a wide berth as we passed by.
For me it’s half and half…half of the sketchy people (esp crackheads) are scared of my dogs, and half are pitbull/big dog loving guys who want to breed my dogs.