I've gotten to the point where virtually nothing shocks me when it comes to aggressive and careless owners. But notable moments of the past include:
- The impromptu 'dog park' some people used to run on a traffic island at the base of a bridge where 4 lanes of traffic became a 6-lane superhighway. A very busy 6-lane superhighway that's about a block from I-95.
- The owners of a severely dog-aggressive American Bulldog who left their 90lb bundle of rage under the supervision of a 10-year-old boy.
- the owners who laughed merrily as their pitbull lunged through a Petsmart, crying out "Sic 'em, boy!" in a jovial manner.
- the man with the brace of Rough Collies who watched placidly as the male stalked my dog in a park one Sunday afternoon.
- the family with the small dog who watched placidly as their tyke raced madly around and around me and my dog, driving her into such a state of excitement she nearly backed into traffic.
- the sheer sulking petulance on the face of the woman who, upon getting out of her SUV at a local park with two large dogs offleash, spots the mingled glares from me and the various parents at the large playground, and reluctantly leashes both dogs.
- the owners of a St. Bernard in my town who is left out in the yard alone; it's a fenced yard, but the fence is about 3' tall, a board fence that's about 1 inch away from the busy downtown sidewalk. When the dog rears up on the fence and looks over, it's nose is in the center of the sidewalk.
- the Petco cashier whose sympathetic interest in my story about the American Bulldog above turned to hostile disbelief when I mentioned the breed; apparently, it's not PC to say anything negative about any pitbull type dog, no matter what.
- the Petco cashiers who looked at me as if I was Cruella de Ville when I asked where they kept their dog spray. "Ooooh, we don't carry that. Why would a pet store carry something that would hurt dogs?"
- city people who tie very large dogs to anything while they nip into their favorite deli, record store, etc., without regard to the fact that their beloved store is on a street with a sidewalk that's narrower than most SUVs. I like dogs, and even I get a little leery about passing a strange Akita tied to a tree without any room to get away if it turns out Ming's not very friendly.
Thanks, venting is such fun.
- The impromptu 'dog park' some people used to run on a traffic island at the base of a bridge where 4 lanes of traffic became a 6-lane superhighway. A very busy 6-lane superhighway that's about a block from I-95.
- The owners of a severely dog-aggressive American Bulldog who left their 90lb bundle of rage under the supervision of a 10-year-old boy.
- the owners who laughed merrily as their pitbull lunged through a Petsmart, crying out "Sic 'em, boy!" in a jovial manner.
- the man with the brace of Rough Collies who watched placidly as the male stalked my dog in a park one Sunday afternoon.
- the family with the small dog who watched placidly as their tyke raced madly around and around me and my dog, driving her into such a state of excitement she nearly backed into traffic.
- the sheer sulking petulance on the face of the woman who, upon getting out of her SUV at a local park with two large dogs offleash, spots the mingled glares from me and the various parents at the large playground, and reluctantly leashes both dogs.
- the owners of a St. Bernard in my town who is left out in the yard alone; it's a fenced yard, but the fence is about 3' tall, a board fence that's about 1 inch away from the busy downtown sidewalk. When the dog rears up on the fence and looks over, it's nose is in the center of the sidewalk.
- the Petco cashier whose sympathetic interest in my story about the American Bulldog above turned to hostile disbelief when I mentioned the breed; apparently, it's not PC to say anything negative about any pitbull type dog, no matter what.
- the Petco cashiers who looked at me as if I was Cruella de Ville when I asked where they kept their dog spray. "Ooooh, we don't carry that. Why would a pet store carry something that would hurt dogs?"
- city people who tie very large dogs to anything while they nip into their favorite deli, record store, etc., without regard to the fact that their beloved store is on a street with a sidewalk that's narrower than most SUVs. I like dogs, and even I get a little leery about passing a strange Akita tied to a tree without any room to get away if it turns out Ming's not very friendly.
Thanks, venting is such fun.
