Rehr?

We're outside for our evening walk and there is this refreshing gentle breeze that kisses our, otherwise, humid walk. We've gone about 4 miles tonight and rounding the last stretch. Boscoe is usually at full gallop outside for the first mile and tonight I'd rather take it as easy as Sunday morning towards the
end of our routine.

Perfect evening! Even Boscoe seems content and relaxed as we finish our night. The next thing you know...I hear a high-pitched, almost evil, highly annoying, ridiculously yippie, barkin whines of a chihuhua coming from the gates of the apartment complex. There goes the peaceful night!

(P.s. I forgot to add that the young owner of the pint sized puppet dog said, "Awe, Princess..... does that big dog scare you?" The nerve! Boscoe was just staring at it.)

Wah?