As punters know next door I have a dude who owns dogs. We've met once I think when I lent him my lawn mower. We'd planned to have a BBQ at some point except it never happened.He owns a pair of Rottweilers. A few times since we've been here one or more has gotten out. They are big fuck off angry dogs.Today one of them got out. TheWife was putting out some trash when one of them appeared near our carport. She froze. The dog growled then lunged at her. TheWife, understandably freaked out and ran inside. She called me up, terrified. So I caught a taxi home and went around to see the neighbour. I have to admit I wasn't looking forward to it. I'm not scared of dogs for the most part, but these seem to be dogs designed by nature and breeding to be scary. Luckily it had been recaptured. I offered a fair deal - they call me if the dog gets loose and they can't get it inside (since old mate next door has a crook back and could be out of it), and I call then if I see it roaming. But, as luck would have it, they're moving out. So the problem resolves itself. We had called animal control but it would have meant theWife having to give an official report and something unpleasant may have happened to the dogs. Which we wouldn't have wanted. But still if it did then it's really their fault for letting their somewhat aggressive and highly scary animals wander out (four times by my count in five months). I feel bad for the guy. He clearly loves the dogs and his landlord sounds like a dick. They effectively got evicted - and likely so the landlord can jack the rent up since the ACT rental market is uber hideous. His wife's sick, potentially got cancer, and the guy is on maxed out pain killers for a crippled back. So it's a bunch of crap to deal with and they don't need the council giving them a warning on their dogs.But still if it gets out again, and goes for theWife, then we're going to have to call animal control. TheWife could have had theboy in her arms and dropped him. I shudder to think what could have happened.Still, like I said, problem resolves itself. I hope old mate and his missus resettle okay and they sort their dog wrangling out.Poor theWife. She was shaking so badly I could barely understand her.When I told the taxi driver he grunted and said 'meat + ratsack'. Ah cabbies. Such a font of earthy wisdom.One side benefit of their going - no loud barking at 3 am. And those mysterious explosion noises may settle down a bit too...