Dogs and other nonsense

Out of the four households living on this floor, two own dogs. I've never liked the dogs staying on my level because they bark non-stop and don't seem friendly. I do like dogs but I don't dare to play with all dogs because I can't really tell a friendly bark from a fierce one. And how do you tell when they keep waving their tails at you but look like they want to pounce on you?

Having been chased by quite a few dogs (five dogs in these twenty plus years) doesn't help much. The only friendly dog I remember is my grandma's dog who would be kind enough to entertain me. I used to call out to her and she would run to me and look at me in an inquisitive manner. Those eyes. "Little mistress, what do you want me to do? Why did you call me?"

After looking at me and looking blur, she would go back to what she was doing. I was always very happy that she actually responded and I would call her again and again. Cute dog. =) Old though. I felt sorry that I kept making her run when she would have rested.

Ah, fond memories of childhood in that house with the area at the back. The tortoise who ate vegetables. The pillars. I miss that house.

Right now, the little dog next door is barking very loudly. Small dog but I'm still scared of it because it barks like it will tear chunks of meat off my thighs or something.

It's twelve midnight. Well, I got this sudden scary explanation as to why it is barking so loudly. *shivers* I don't like to scare myself.