Gotta luv yer brutha

on a side note, all week i've been weirded out by the people in the neighborhood i've been housesitting in. i walk goldie around 7 p.m. each night around the still developing subdivision. people attack me from the bushes, dash out of their garages and try to run me over with their lawnmowers with "hi, how are ya?" and "hey there, nice doggy" and smiling in all varieties of sinister. i mean, this has got to be a joke. since when do neighbors acknowledge each other at all, let alone talk to each other? the ones in cars even slow down like smearing me all over the pavement is something they'd really rather not do for some reason. it's all a conspiracy to get me to trust them, then they send the little boys on their bikes to beat me up. their little plan is sooooo not working.