Good intentions

Last night, I got home vaguely late. I take the pups outside. And I'm waiting for the elevator, when lo and behold Banshee starts TALKING to me. No yells. Just a cute little girl, asking me about the dogs. I thought I was in the Twilight Zone.

She asked what their names are, and what kind of dogs they are. She even came really close to petting Kielbasa - who to his credit didn't bark at all, and was being very sweet to her. She said she's going to get a little white dog for Christmas.

Then, her monster older sibling, or at least one of the unruly teenagers who live in the building slams open the elevator door, making Kielbasa bark, which makes him look at me, and at the dog and start screaming in both our horrified faces, "What the FUCK? What the FUCK?"

For every step forward, we take one mile back.