My last post made me sound like a total douche. Which is bad, considering I'm the one that wrote it. It's not often I purposefully portray myself in such a bad light.
Just to clarify, I definitely felt bad for Gilberto. It was just so uncharacteristic of him to be afraid. Normally he would say, "Bah, a growling dog is nothing. He should be afraid of ME." Especially since we were warned that the dogs would bark, but not bite.
We both found the situation amusing. He was even teasing my Aunt about her ferocious dog and making her laugh with his recount of the night's pee scare.
Once we pulled out of the driveway, we broke down in laughter at his unfortunate luck. And ever since, he's been teasing ME about not rushing to his aid.
It was in this spirit that I wrote the post. I assure you, I'm not as cold hearted as I made myself appear to be. And I'm very lucky to be married to a guy that believes laughter is the key to happiness, and can find humor even when a dog is sitting at the glass door, growling at his every move.