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news of the absurd (it made my heart pound)
Remember me talking about my thirteen year-old dog? We walk everyday. We've had a rottweiler come across a busy street after us. We've had a dog come clawing out from UNDER his fence to go after my old girl. One time it was a German shep. Once a bunch of dogs (five, I think) broke out of their backyard fence and swarmed us. We've even had two tiny dachsunds come out yapping and barking around us until Thump took each one, picked them up and tossed them gently away - with her long-ass nose, no less.
And this Monday my favorite: a pit bull. I almost pissed myself. She came running down the hill. I looked around for a branch or something but there was nothing. She crossed the road and jumped on Thumper. At first the dog didn't bite, but she was all over Thumper. Thumper growled and it set the dog off and that was it, they were fighting. It was scary seeing the pit bull go for Thumper's underbelly. Of course my dog was no match. Thumper pulled out of her collar at that point, and I whipped the pit bull in the head with the collar and leash several times. I think I kicked a little - it was hard because she was all over my dog.
And then imagine this, flist: the owner comes down the hill and YELLS AT ME FOR HITTING HER TWATTYASS DOG.
Turns out her TWO-YEAR old had let the dog out, and the dog never bites. Yeah. I hope to God her child has a face come next year.
She didn't like me, evidently - at the end of it all, she said she hoped I had fun jumping all over a twenty-one year old like that, to just go ahead, go on and take care of myself and my dog.
Thumper's okay, by the way. I checked her out. She just seemed pretty tired afterwards.
What the hell? Aren't there leash laws for twenty-one year olds?
When I buried her body in my backyard, I took another look. I could have sworn she was thirty at least.
And this Monday my favorite: a pit bull. I almost pissed myself. She came running down the hill. I looked around for a branch or something but there was nothing. She crossed the road and jumped on Thumper. At first the dog didn't bite, but she was all over Thumper. Thumper growled and it set the dog off and that was it, they were fighting. It was scary seeing the pit bull go for Thumper's underbelly. Of course my dog was no match. Thumper pulled out of her collar at that point, and I whipped the pit bull in the head with the collar and leash several times. I think I kicked a little - it was hard because she was all over my dog.
And then imagine this, flist: the owner comes down the hill and YELLS AT ME FOR HITTING HER TWATTYASS DOG.
Turns out her TWO-YEAR old had let the dog out, and the dog never bites. Yeah. I hope to God her child has a face come next year.
She didn't like me, evidently - at the end of it all, she said she hoped I had fun jumping all over a twenty-one year old like that, to just go ahead, go on and take care of myself and my dog.
Thumper's okay, by the way. I checked her out. She just seemed pretty tired afterwards.
What the hell? Aren't there leash laws for twenty-one year olds?
When I buried her body in my backyard, I took another look. I could have sworn she was thirty at least.
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They always look older once they're dead. *shrugs*
Aren't there leash laws for twenty-one year olds?
Well, she actually never takes the dog out; her two-year old does it for her... And there's no leash laws for two-year olds! =D
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I...have no words. ;)