The family who lives across the street from me has a georgeous Golden who spends about 16 hours of every day in their back yard. Occasionally I've heard him out there late into the night, but I believe their norm is to bring him in before they go to sleep. Now, I have been listening to this poor dog bark endlessly for the past two weeks, stuck outside in the snow with no one to keep him company, and no dog house to shelter him from the elements. (I had come to terms with him being outside when the weather was a bit warmer, but it has been frigid outside lately!) Everytime I walk Dutch, the Golden barks and attempts to jump their 4 foot fence. Well, tonight, not a 1/2 hour ago, he made it over for the first time. Dutch and I had only made it about 10 feet down the street when he came running up to us. Poor Dutch had no idea what to do with himself. He is very dog friendly, but had never met the Golden before, and was obviously bothered by this new dog jumping all over him. His hackels went up, and he just stood there, as the Golden proceded to nip at his face, ears and legs. Apparently, the woman of the house must have noticed her dogs sudden silence, because she came to the window and saw us across the street. She then ran out her door in pajamas, screaming at her dog to come as she crossed the street. Now this Dutch did not like. He is still a bit wary of strangers (a result I believe, of being hit as a pup at the shelter *thoes people have long since been fired*), so I'm sure this was a very uncomfortable situation for him. Anyway, the woman grabbed her dog by the collar, and pulled him back a few feet, before turning to me and telling me, quite rudely, that I should keep my agressive dog on a shorter leash! The only thing Dutch had done was stand there, on his 4 foot lead, and yet he is automatically labeled "agressive". Meanwhile, her dog had been jumping and biting all over him, but that was perfectly OK. I have never had a problem with Dutch when it came to meeting people. Occasionally he will shy away from a stranger we pass on the street, but he does nothing more than walk on the opposite side of me. I take him to the deli, the bank, and the pet store, we attended a few pet fairs early last fall, and he shows off his agility tricks to the workmen who have been putting new siding on our house. When introduced properly, he loves just about anyone, but this woman has the nerve to label him "agressive". To tell you the truth, she made me a bit nervous, running and screaming across the street at 11:30 at night, so I can't immagine what that looked like to Dutch. I'm sorry for rambling, I just needed to get this off my chest. Frankly, I'm tired of my dog being labeled simply because of the way he looks. I think he is wonderful (and made sure to tell him so as soon as the woman was gone), and I don't think it's fair for people to assume otherwise without reason. And now, I am once again listening to that poor Golden barking in their back yard. I guess he's not going inside tonight.