This is our neighbor’s dog. Yes, I know, he is cute. But this is not our neighbor’s yard; in fact, I took this standing in my living room doorway, after I came to investigate the large commotion that resulted from aforementioned fluffy white dog on my porch barking in the window. He had felt he needed to chase away the cats that had the audacity to sunbathe on a windowsill in their own house. Note the lack of (a) a leash and (b) his owner.

This same little dog runs up and down the street at all hours of the day or night, barking like an idiot. One day last year he darted in front of a car to chase after Lindsy, Mojo, and I when we were on a walk. When I looked over to the house where he lived, to see if he’d maybe gotten out of his yard somehow, I was surprised to see his owner sitting on the patio, beaming like an idiot with that "isn’t he just adorable how he thinks he can take on the big dogs" look on her face. Argh.