Go Away, Puppy Dog!

Yesterday I was in the kitchen, with Boy1  playing outside in the backyard, when I heard those words. "No, puppy dog, no! Go away! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I thought, "Hmm....that's not how he normally talks to Spurgeon (our dog), but how could he be talking to another dog in our backyard?" Well, he was. A skinny little terrier-type dog had weaseled his way through our gate and made herself at home in our backyard, greeting everyone with sniffs and wags of the tail. She was happy as could be, although a bit intimidated by our big black canine. I waited a moment before going out to see what was happening. When I got to J, he was crying so hard that he stopped breathing and his lips were turning blue (he does this when he gets really upset). I carried him inside, and before I got him through the door, the doggie slipped in before us. So this, of course, only added to the stress of the situation for Jake, and he started freaking out that the dog was in the house. I assured him it was okay, and we would put the doggie out. Poor kid. He was truly scared to death of this 20-pound nothing, all the while our enormous lab/chow 100-pounder lives in our yard! Oh, we love you, son!