Stream of conscious rambling from a sleep deprived nurse with English degree leanings. Either that or the psychological trait known as flight of ideas...it's a toss up.
08 April 2010
The youngest and hairiest of my four beautiful boys...and one of the two with four legs.
This was about an hour before he was accosted on our walk by one crabby pit bull mix. Her owner was walking by us and I saw that she was in training mode, so I planned to not disturb her. For some reason she had her dog in a break away collar and she lunged (the dog, not the owner) and came over to have a chat. I was watching the dog's body language and just as I thought, "I think we should go; she looks pretty tense." she latched onto Bugs' neck. Her owner ran towards her as I pulled Bugs away and distracted the dog. That lasted about 2 seconds. She went to go for him again and I got all alpha dog/mama bear, stepped in front of her, pointed my finger in her face and shouted "NO!" She looked at me as if no one had spoken to her like that in her life. I was thinking, "Try it again and I'll have you on the ground so fast your head will spin. Either that, or I'll kick you in the snout." Her poor owner was apologizing all over herself. She was probably praying I wouldn't sue. I told her it was okay, because he wasn't hurt, but I was thinking that dog needs some more socialization/training/control. Of course, Bugs' coat is so thick and he's shedding so bad, that other poor dog was probably coughing up hairballs all day. Might make her think twice before trying to be all that again. Knucklehead McSpazatron just looked at me like, "what the hell was her problem?" And was none the worse for the wear. He is now stretched out on my carpet between my weights and my knitting bag, having quite the animated conversation in his dream.