I have been absent from my blog for several weeks.  I really feel like I have run out of things to say lately.  Nothing too exciting has been going on here.  But exciting things are coming up, like a trip to Las Vegas in a few weeks!  So I should be back in writing mode soon…I hope!!

Saturday night my husband and I went out with friends.  We hit up a local town and had a blast! Around midnight we decided to call it a night.  While we were walking to the car, a woman passed us.  Nothing big about that fact except she had on a patent leather coat that came down to her knees and bright red boots.  My friend elbowed me to bring my attention to this passerby.

Apparently, when I responded with “What the heck is that?,” I didn’t have the six-inch voice I thought I did.  The woman passing us turned around to me and replied (with some attitude I might add), “Black coat, red boots.” And with that she did a runway walk down the street.  Needless to say, we were in hysterics! My friend had to sit down on the sidewalk and take a breather!

Looking back, I wonder how she knew I was talking about her.  My simple (yet loud) statement could have been referencing several things.  She was right-on in her assumption that I was indeed talking about her, but its a little presumptuous of her, don’t ya think?

As we continued on our way to the car, we watched as she got into a police car that was waiting for her in the parking lot.  Very, very strange!

I have to admit that I kind of liked the self confidence that she exuded.  Her fashion was questionable, her mode of transportation suspect, but she truly believed she was stellar and it poured out of her.  So kudos to my “black coat red boots” passerby!  I will have to try to muster up some of that confidence for myself.  But somehow I don’t think “blue robe, pink slippers” has the same affect!

For those of you who have been hanging around here for awhile, you may know that we have a rottweiler.  Lexi is 100 (or slightly more) pounds of sweetness.  I’m pretty sure there is not one malicious bone in her body.  When my husband and I first got her six years ago, we were well aware of the stigma that comes along with her breed.  With that in mind, we took the proper precautions to make sure she didn’t fall into the stereotype.  We enrolled her in Puppy Kindergarten followed by obedience classes.  We took her to puppy daycare to acclimate her with other dogs.  Clearly this was back in the day of only one child when we had a little more money and time on our hands to do all this crazy junk!

But I have to say that it all paid off.  Yes she can look intimidating at times.  And without meaning to, she has sent more than one neighborhood child running and screaming for their lives.  But not because she was attacking them, she runs with them when they run.  Which I think could be pretty darn scary to a child.

As she has gotten older and everyone in the neighborhood knows her, I have forgotten how she may be perceived by some.  Until the other day when Kiki told me that her friend told her she wasn’t allowed over at our house because our dog eats people.

Kiki’s friend does not live in our neighborhood. She is a girl that Kiki has become friends with over this past school year.  Right before Christmas, Kiki went over to her house for a playdate.  My husband picked her up and in an attempt to make conversation with her parents, must have talked about Lexi as they are fellow dog owners.  I’m sure her breed came up because you pretty much can’t avoid that topic when talking about dogs.

Kiki must have recently asked this friend when she would like to come over to our house to play.  The girl replied that she wasn’t allowed to come because Kiki’s daddy told her parents that Lexi eats people.  I mean, there was this one time about 4 years ago when Lexi ate the Schwann’s guy that came to the door, but obviously we don’t tell that to people!

In all seriousness, I’m hoping this is just a simple case of miscommunication between Kiki’s friend and her parents.  I guess I will have to call the mother and try to clear some things up.  If she is uncomfortable with her daughter playing here, I certainly respect that.  Hopefully, I can assure her that her daughter would come back to her in one piece!