This morning I took Greta out to do her wastely duties. I decided to let her go off leash because she goes completely bonkers when she encounters deep snow. Greta bounds and leaps and twists, snapping at the snow that she kicks up. It's kind of delightful.
As we were winding down the walk, she raced around the corner of an apartment building. Suddenly I heard the tell-tale yapping of our neighbor's three Pomeranians. Not a second later, Greta came tearing back around the corner, tail between her legs and ears laid back.
Why would a 45-pound dog be scared of three 5-pound balls of fluff? I don't know. But if there's anything she hates more than the vacuum cleaner, it's those three dogs.