"Miiike!! Come get your dog," I complained as I watched a scruffy brown dog tare through my expensive zen garden. "Miiiike!!!!"

I looked around where I was standing, trying to find something to swat him away, but nothing was in reach. Then for a moment, I spotted the garden hose and lunged for it. Turning on the water, I pointed the nozzle towards the beast and watched as it ran wild. Sometime after, time went on as I got caught up in running him out of my garden. Horrified at the site, I turned the water off and stared at the overwatered mess I called a garden. Water, mud, dirt, dead flowers. My hard work was ruined, and the beast stared at me with his teeth bearing.

I went over and grabbed the dog by his collar, shaking him as he was suspended in mid air. I glared fiercely at the dog, and he glared back. But then, something else happened that was extremely embarrassing.

I totally forgot about the viewing of my house. When the home owners came and looked into the disaster, I wanted to dig myself into a hole. This was not how I planned it to go.

"What is going on here!?"

"What happened??"

"Sam! Bad boy!"

I had let the dog drop to the ground as I stared into three pairs of eyes.

"Guys, this is Michael McAllister. He's my neighbor," I said numbly. "His dog came into my yard and ransacked through my flowerbeds like a maniac. I am so sorry for making you guys come if I knew this was gonna happen. Michael, you need control of that mut."