A note about dogs

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Let me start this post by saying I am not a dog person. I know, some of you probably hate me, so you can stop reading now. I just don't do well dogs. 

I don't know when this non-love of dogs started. From birth to age seven, we had a family dog named Foo. I loved Foo, because Foo was 1,000,000 years old. She was slow and she was sweet and she was loving. She was a special dog. She was not most dogs. Most dogs slobber. And bark. And run amok. No thank you. 

Since then, my good dog experiences have been limited. Here's the thing... they don't like me. They can tell I don't like them, and they reciprocate. When I walk into a house with a dog, inevitably she will come charging at me and jump on me with her front paws. It doesn't matter where I am or what dog I'm near, it ALWAYS happens. And I don't like it. I don't like getting scratched or slobbered on. Ick. 

On my morning weekend runs, I've passed a few dogs in the neighborhoods. They're always chained or fenced in and bark to their little hearts content. I don't mind. Secretly, I silently mock them, because I know they can't get to me. 

NOT the case today. 

I had just headed out on my five mile loop. This requires running the first mile or so down a major highway near my house before I turn and head into subdivisions and farm land. I'm always hyper aware when running on this stretch anyway because it's a fast paced highway with a slim shoulder. So, here I am, running along, when all the sudden out of the corner of my right eye, I saw IT. 

IT was a GIANT black dog bounding across his yard. I figured it would be fine, because the gigantor pup probably had an invisible fence in his yard. 


Gigantor came shooting across his yard, BOUNDED OUT ACROSS THE HIGHWAY, and stopped near my hind quarters to bark at me. Luckily, a minivan came along which scared the evil pup away back into his yard. I used quite a bit of adrenalin up in that exchange. 

Let's discuss WHY this was so bothersome. 

First, what kind of genius doesn't put a leash, a chain, a shock collar, a detonator on a gigantor dog that lives along the highway? I mean, I hate the little sucker, but I still don't want to see him get squashed, or, irreparably wreck someone's vehicle with its giant dog body. Second, what kind of evil dog tries to attack someone who clearly is no threat to him or his family? Evil, evil dog. 

The sad part is, this wasn't the first time I'd seen said dog do this. A few weeks ago when driving somewhere with my mom, I saw gigantor run across the road and bark at a man walking toward the gas station. I'm telling you, this dog hates humans. I bet he hates his owners, too. 

So, really, I escaped unscathed with just a bit of wounded pride from screeching at a dog. But if gigantor comes near me again, I may in fact kick him. 

1 comment:

  1. You need to come met Zeus. He loves everyone!


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