Sometimes people ask the weirdest things...

I was just in the back yard with Kimmy when there came a gardener (I assume) to work in the neighbour's garden. As he was pretty close to our back fence, Kimmy felt the need to warn him (I, again, assume) and barked her head off.

The man, in his 40's or so, looked a bit taken aback, then he asked me the following questions:

"Is the dog from an animal asylum?"

"Can it jump over the fence?"

"Does it bite?"

I answered no to all of them, obviously. I assured him that she was more afraid of him than he was of her, but he still didn't seem very convinced.

So I took her back in the house. The problem? She hadn't had her poo, which was the main reason she was in the back yard, and now I have to hope she can hold it until the guy is finished with the garden.