Hesitation or no guts?

Morning broke with our retriever barking and our neighbor's dog stomping on my flower bed.
Neighbor Mr. Third Grader, stood at a distance saying "Come. Let's go home now. I have food for you." All the while my flowers were meeting their Maker beneath the paws of a full grown yellow lab. My frustration was only coupled by my regret that this young man-in-the-making was not brave enough or concerned enough to get his dog by the collar and pull him away.
My dog now having been drug into the house is more frustrated than I.

Sometimes I do the same thing as my young friend. I stand at a distance, knowing that I have
a responsibility to do something about something. I'm afraid of getting too involved, too serious, too...well sweaty. There are things in life worth the lather. I'm realizing more and more that it takes someone who is deteremined to let the "dog" get them slobbered up to get into the fray. The eternal importance of the issue to considered, am I the one that will walk up, take the "dog" by the collar and say, "You are out of here!"? I already know the answer.