i was living in a house that was in a more rural area. the houses were scattered about on the little hills, which were somewhat overgrown. this house was sort of a rancher and had sliding glass doors to the backyard. there was a concrete area and then spotty grass to the weathered back fence. behind was a hill and how it was all fenced off wasn't obvious. the fence to my own yard was incomplete; it was open off to the left where the driveway was.

the weather there tended to be southern. lots of mugginess, overcast, somewhat warm, lots of green. anyhow. I was hanging clothes on the clothesline when I heard some sound. I looked up and up the hill in beterrn yards was a huge poodle. I called bohdan to go give the poodle waht-for. once bohdan saw the poodle he ran out the yard and up the hill. I was not too worried about a fight.

then another dog ran up the hill from the street, and the owner ran after. now, I was worried. I called bohdan off but he wouldn't come. I was afraid he would bite this other person. I came and pulled him off, sent him back in the house. said I was sorry, and went into the house myself.

turns out I had a housemate. he was a guy older than me, who was a general contractor I think. you realize you are in trouble now, he said. you will be fined once they see that fence. we talked about it and I concluded I was comfortable with that, as the fence needed to be done. what I was worried about was whether someone reported bohdan as actually biting, and them coming by to test his temperment.

the day passed and my housemate and I ended up in a debate about office space in the house. he was upset that I had so much paperwork on the table in the kitchen. I told him it wasn't much, but when I looked it seemed to get more and more. there were these orangey-yellow manila folders with typed-up labels I had forgotten I had. these were important.

there was a bit more about it being night time and some sort of spookiness with a dresser in the hallway, but that faded.