So we woke up this morning to the sounds of screaming coming from outside. We opened the door to the deck to see a couple of people gathered around two dogs. The larger, orangeish/brownish dog was attacking the little black dog, and a couple of the people were trying to pull them apart. One woman was standing off to the side, screaming. Within seconds, the crowed had doubled, including someone who pulled up in his car, and there were three or four people wrestling with the dogs. And the woman was still screaming, a high pitched, horrible scream.
Fortunately, the dogs were seperated, and the little one was fine. He was given back to the screaming woman, who was his owner, and she calmed down when she saw he was alright. One of the people who had rushed over was still holding down the bigger dog, presumably calming it down. At this point, the crowd was starting to disperse. The woman holding the little dog started talking about how she was “fine, don’t worry about me.”
The man holding the dog finally let it up, and was talking with its owner about different leashes and handling advice. The two owners started talking and joking, and the one with the little dog even said something about “I don’t feel guilty, it’s my fault.” At this point, it looked like a couple of friends just hanging out, walking their dogs. The big one was even wagging his tail, almost as if to say “that was fun! what can I chew on now?”
And then everyone just went on their way. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than ten minutes. Good morning, LA.

actual snippet of conversation heard through the window of Neal’s apartment: “So I was walking down Melrose, and I see this fine-ass girl with big boobies, and she’s obviously very young, and she’s on the payphone. So I go up to her and say ‘what’s the deal?’ and she says, ‘I’m trying to call my boyfriend, but he won’t answer’ so I say ‘how long have you been calling?’, and she says ‘about an hour’ so I ask her if she thinks he’s cheating on her…”
and then he was out of hearing range.