...And Ramone

There was a dog. I'm not exactly sure who it belonged to, but The Boy was in love with it, so it ended up at our house a lot. I found out the Crazy family had had a dog a couple of years ago, but it scared DC and they had to get rid of it. You can assume how I feel about that dog.
But this was a small dog. Not an anooying yippy one, just a small brown and white one. Named Ramone. That was my favorite part. Anyway the dog was sweet and loving and DC was obsessed with it. Obsessed with chasing it, and smacking it, and screaming at it, and his favorite was to take Ramone's leash and drag him around the house. That way he couldn't hide under a table like he tended to do.
That is also why I started hiding the leash anytime Ramone came over.
I say this to justufy Ramone's behavior.
Most of the kids would go and hang out down at the tennis court while lessons were going on. And Ramone was there. Now the children loved him, but I assume it's a bit overwheling to a dog to have a bunch of kids chasing you and screaming at you.
So all of sudden Ramone went nutso barking and attacking small children and trying to bite them.
So all the little Greek children started screaming and freaking out and running in circles, and no one else was doing anything, and Hot Tennis Instructor was looking, so I did what any American would do. I grabbed a tennis racket in one hand, and Ramone's leash in the other. I love the circus, and I had seen enough of the lion tamers with the chairs to get an idea of what I was doing. I used the tennis racket to dstract Ramone, and as his teeth clamped down on it, I used my other hand to snap the leash on Ramone. And he magically calmed down. I leaned down and petted him, as all the kids kept running in circles and screaming, and I whispered soothing English words to him. I'm pretty sure he spoke English.