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This Woman Heeya' is Myyyy Girl
The one older neighbor man pulled up as he saw us walking. He wanted to know if they caught the person who destroyed my son's living room window.
They hadn't. As the conversation progressed, my other old neighbor man pulled up in his big truck. There was barely enough room back along the fence for him to pass. Maverick and I were between them.
I moved quickly. The second older neighbor (they're both about 75 years old) hops out of his truck, walks around, and says, "Watch yo' self. How you doin'?"
"I'm all right."
"Come on o' here wit me. I'm gonna tease this old man."
We walked around the driver's side of the first old neighbor. They greet.
He shifts his weight and squares his shoulders. "Now you listen h'ya, ser. You, see this woman?"
He points to me. The first old man nods. "This woman, h'ya, is myyyyy girl."
The first old man puts his truck in park. "OH Yeah?! Is that a fact?" He starts laughing.
"Yeah it is. You see this woman heeya', you keep on drivin', ya hear?"
"This woman heeya'," he pats my shoulder, "is my best friend. And this dog," he points to Maverick, "is myyyy dog."
Before he could finish, Maverick was at the second man's feet, standing in guard formation, ears alert and two teeth showing, waiting for the man to dare to make another move toward me.
At first, the second man thought this was cute. "Here boy!" and sticks his hand out toward his nose. I pulled back as Maverick decided to try and sample the man's fingers.
"NO," I said collectively to all of them.
The frivolities had ended. As Maverick went back for seconds, my foot shot out, blocking him. It took a couple of seconds for me to get through to him that Maverick was growling. Maverick's low to the ground, the trucks were still running, and all three of us are a little hard of hearing.
"You tapped me on the shoulder and he thought you were going to hurt me." I had to repeat it over the engines. "He guards me. He's guarding me right now." The whole time I'm calmly talking, I'm blocking Maverick with my foot without looking at him.
The second man looks down. "Oh, look at that. He respects you." Maverick had stopped squirming and was waiting for instructions. "Wow, he listens to you. He really loves you. He's really smart. Look at how he follows your lead."
"Yeah, I've had him a year, but getting him through a few things has been slow. He takes a bit to warm up to new people." Maverick doesn't understand that the second man's wife is the one who gave us a bunch of chicken bowls earlier today.
Another car starts coming around the corner to see the road blocked by these two.
The first man looks at the second, "I thought you said that was your dog. Hahahahhaha."
It was time to disperse, and I was glad.
I'm very proud of Maverick. He acted quickly and was not playing. He would still benefit from further training.
The one older neighbor man pulled up as he saw us walking. He wanted to know if they caught the person who destroyed my son's living room window.
They hadn't. As the conversation progressed, my other old neighbor man pulled up in his big truck. There was barely enough room back along the fence for him to pass. Maverick and I were between them.
I moved quickly. The second older neighbor (they're both about 75 years old) hops out of his truck, walks around, and says, "Watch yo' self. How you doin'?"
"I'm all right."
"Come on o' here wit me. I'm gonna tease this old man."
We walked around the driver's side of the first old neighbor. They greet.
He shifts his weight and squares his shoulders. "Now you listen h'ya, ser. You, see this woman?"
He points to me. The first old man nods. "This woman, h'ya, is myyyyy girl."
The first old man puts his truck in park. "OH Yeah?! Is that a fact?" He starts laughing.
"Yeah it is. You see this woman heeya', you keep on drivin', ya hear?"
"This woman heeya'," he pats my shoulder, "is my best friend. And this dog," he points to Maverick, "is myyyy dog."
Before he could finish, Maverick was at the second man's feet, standing in guard formation, ears alert and two teeth showing, waiting for the man to dare to make another move toward me.
At first, the second man thought this was cute. "Here boy!" and sticks his hand out toward his nose. I pulled back as Maverick decided to try and sample the man's fingers.
"NO," I said collectively to all of them.
The frivolities had ended. As Maverick went back for seconds, my foot shot out, blocking him. It took a couple of seconds for me to get through to him that Maverick was growling. Maverick's low to the ground, the trucks were still running, and all three of us are a little hard of hearing.
"You tapped me on the shoulder and he thought you were going to hurt me." I had to repeat it over the engines. "He guards me. He's guarding me right now." The whole time I'm calmly talking, I'm blocking Maverick with my foot without looking at him.
The second man looks down. "Oh, look at that. He respects you." Maverick had stopped squirming and was waiting for instructions. "Wow, he listens to you. He really loves you. He's really smart. Look at how he follows your lead."
"Yeah, I've had him a year, but getting him through a few things has been slow. He takes a bit to warm up to new people." Maverick doesn't understand that the second man's wife is the one who gave us a bunch of chicken bowls earlier today.
Another car starts coming around the corner to see the road blocked by these two.
The first man looks at the second, "I thought you said that was your dog. Hahahahhaha."
It was time to disperse, and I was glad.
I'm very proud of Maverick. He acted quickly and was not playing. He would still benefit from further training.