Bikes and fire breathing dragons

My Princess Bonnie likes people - as long as they're on foot. If she meets a pedestrian it's happy joy joy with wagging tail and an urge to jump up on them and shower them in doggie kisses. If the same person comes on a bike, the human-bike combination is a cyborg posing the same threat as a monster or possibly a fire breathing dragon.

The mail truck is another monster. Not to mention motorcycles.

I know she's just trying to protect everyone, but it's still tempting to yell when she bounces up at the window, growls, and barks at the kids riding bikes along the sidewalk.

Today I hollered, "Bonnie, for the love of dog stop that infernal noise."

She gave me a hurt glance of, "Mooom, I'm just scaring them off to be sure you're safe."

I said, "Bonnie, they're just kids. Kids on bikes."

She moseyed off with her head slumping, and I could almost hear her mutter, "Kids on bikes, blah, blah, blah, it's a fire breathing monster I tell you. Kids on bikes. Pffft. Humans don't understand nothing."

I said, "Bonnie, I'm sorry."

If she had been human, she would have lifted an eyebrow or stuck her tongue out at me. Luckily, she is a dog and won't sulk for long. As soon as the next comes by on a bike, we'll start all over.