Neighbors

Along with my bitter old-lady and HOA clipboard Nazi neighbors, I apparently have a new breed of BDA (Big Dumb Animal--you'll understand this name in a moment) neighbor.

Last night was nice and cool, so I left my front door open (but locked the screen, for those of you who are safety-concious).

At around 9:30, I heard barking dogs and raised voices. Apparently one neighbor (not the BDA) walked his dog by the door of the second neighbor's house, exciting their four highly excitable dogs (these dogs will go batshit over a butterfly or a kleenex; it doesn't take much).

The non-BDA went to the front door to apologize for upsetting the dogs.

The BDA went on attack.

YOUR DOG IS PROVOKING MY DOGS, MAN!


I know; that's why I came by to apologize. 


OH, IS THAT WHAT THIS IS???


Yes, I'm apologizing. 


DON'T EVER LET YOUR DOG DO THIS AGAIN. 


Ok, I'm sorry. 


YOU'RE SORRY? 


Yes. 


THAT'S IT! I'M STEPPIN OUT OF THIS HOUSE!

[At this point, BDA's girlfriend stepped in and calmed folks down. The normal guy quickly moved on, which made me happy; I didn't want to have to call the police.]

And then BDA did what earned him his name: He threw his head back and let out a ridiculous roar.

Yep.

And then he closed the door and I could still hear him doing it.

And then he came outside amd paced in front of the house, growling. Like a--you guessed it--Big. Dumb. Animal.

Sigh.

WTF is wrong with people?