If you had to rank my confrontation skills on a scale of 1-10, 1 being wetting my pants at the thought of being reprimanded, and 10 being a shitfaced cast member of Jersey Shore, I’d probably ring in at about 0.01. It’s just one of those things that is not in my nature. Even if I’m having a civilized conversation with someone where we are disagreeing, and I truly feel like I am right, my stomach will quiver and my voice will get shaky and I will question my entire existence on this Earth. Both of my adult sisters have cajones of steel. Where are my cajones?!?
Picture the scene: last night at 11:30 p.m., on the not-very-well-lit end of my street, walking Buster alone after a rain storm. We’re moseying down the way, and I hear loud voice from the dark, un-lit driveway up ahead say, “Please don’t let your dog use the bathroom in my yard!”
For the record, Buster usually pees in our yard at the beginning of our walks. The I take him down a couple of houses and back, so that he doesn’t think he can stay outside as long as he waits to pee at the end. If he goes #2 in someone else’s hard, I always, always pick it up with a baggie. Always. Because I don’t want to be “that neighbor”. I have to live with these people, after all.
I was so shocked to be called out so late at night by a person I couldn’t see and have never met, that all I managed to utter was a weak, “Okay…” Then the man continued:
“It kills the grass!”
I responded with another pathetic, “Okay”, and then turned and walked back home as quickly as possible. Upon walking back in the door, my first instinct was to cry, which was stupid, because I didn’t actually get yelled at. But I felt very small.
After some Googling, I found that dog urine CAN kill grass, but usually only if the dog is large, an unspayed female, dehydrated, or if they pee in the same spot every time they go. None of this applies to Buster. But what am I supposed to do, take my findings to my neighbor and hand them over and be like, Silly neighbor man, you’re mistaken! My dog is totes not killing your grass and maybe you should lighten up a little bit? I get that he is protective of his grass. I do. But everyone in our neighborhood has a dog, even this guy. How are we supposed to keep them from peeing on each others’ grass? I am so nervous now. I don’t know about your dog, but mine can be kind of an asshole, and he’s not going to listen to me if I tell him where to pee.
I am so scared.
Was my neighbor targeting me? Was he waiting around to yell at other neighbors with dogs, too? Do I need to teach Buster to pee in the toilet? Do I need to fence in our front AND back yard and never take him on a walk again? How many of hubs’s fingers should I break for not going on the walk with us, leaving me defenseless in the dark? Does this happen in your neighborhood? Am I just being naive? Do I need to sell my house and buy a farm? Do we need to switch to pee pads? Am I going to be rejected from the HOA next year? Please help calm my fears! I can’t live like this.