Sounds like Montana has taken a good few trips to Heart Attack City. Meet you there for a cuppa cha sometime?
Our former neighbors had a boy who walked at 10 months and figured out how to unlock doors soon after. His favorite places to go were 1. through the fence where the vicious dog would often be and 2. the middle of the street.
I was home alone one day and looked out the front window (view partially blocked by a bush) to see a woman dashing into the road. I walked into the next room to get something and saw her scooping this kid up out of the road. She saw me and, in a mucho judgmental tone said, "Is he YOURS?"
I shook my head lamely and pointed to the neighbor's house. The kid's grandmother came running up the driveway trying to explain that she always chose looking in the vicious-dog-zone first, reasoning that the street was not super-busy but that the dog was super-nasty.
I don't envy those folks!
Val
Last edited by Val; 02/16/09 11:50 PM.
