Well, the car is totally back to new. Probably better than new because the guy that removed the spray paint made the exterior look all nice and pretty. Luckily it was ALOT easier than we thought it was going to be to get it fixed. We assumed the car would have to be repainted, but it turns out spray paint can come off of cars (who knew?) so it was just cleaned off and spiffed up. I seems that the crazy man screaming about the dog and the actual stray dog weren't even related. How bizarre is that? A dog walker in our neighborhood lost the dog, who belonged to someone who lived all the way across town (on an interesting side note, my dog was once lost by a dog walker. I really don't trust those people!) So, no one seems to think the dog's owner or the dog walker was the person interacting with Matt. Also, there was a word sprayed on the back windshield that said "SPAT". At first Matt nor the cop thought it was a tagger, but Matt realized he had seen that word spray painted on the dumpster at the corner mini-mart. So, it was a tagger. A really, really crappy one at that. I mean, come on, if you're going to tag a frickin' grocery getter, you really ought to have at least a little talent. I'm concerned that this a-hole lives in our neighborhood, or at least obviously spends time in it, and could possibly come and do it again. At least he doesn't seem violent, as he never actually approached Matt, and spray painting a car is a pretty chicken shit way to act out aggression towards someone. Who knows. I just hope this is the end of it.
I meant to write some fun updates about our trip, but I'll save that for another day. We're taking Iris to her first Fourth of July fireworks tonight! Yay!