It can be easy to believe that I am of the opinion that my dog is perfect. That is not the case – he can actually be downright embarrassing, a little now and then. For example, he was quite embarrassing almost two weeks ago. This post will be about why, and also some other goodies.
My embarrassing dog | Today is Tuesday. On Thursday, it will be two weeks since I stood and talked to some friends who live further down the street. I had Boyo with me, and because he was tired after the social engagements we had recently, then he lay down on the grass. We were both tired, so my attention span wasn't quite up to scratch. Besides, I stood with my back to it, when Boyo caught sight of a hare.
Boyo quickly and efficiently decided that he wanted to hunt that hare.
Boyo drog, and because I was surprised and kept the leash quite loose, I lost him. He rushed like a madman after that hare.
The story could have stopped here – he could have rushed after the hare, either caught up or not, and sooner or later I had caught him.
Men No.
No, because here the story continues, and becomes yet more embarrassing.
On the move in search of said hare, a woman appears with two tiny dogs – behind a large bush. Easily distracted as he is, my dog, he changed his mind and began circling this trio, in small, tight circles. Anyone would have been asked, probably with a substantial adrenaline boost as a bonus. Some would surely have been scared too – a big one, black German Shepherd coming rushing in 180, as well as.
Luckily, the woman had her head with her, and grabbed Boyo's leash, where he rushed around, around as in a carousel. She held him, when I came forward and apologized for his behavior, and explained why he was even loose. According to her own statement, she was perfectly fine, but stressed – of course. I'm not a bit surprised, I probably would have been a bit stressed about a big one too, unknown dog came rushing that way.
We exchanged a few words, she mentioned that she knew Boyo is a kind dog (how could she know that, but she said it, in all cases). Because we agreed that actually keeping your dog's leash properly is a very good thing, she took her little dogs and left.
The story could also have ended here. But it didn't.
Later that day one of my friends called and told me that this woman was heard talking to another woman who lives here on the street. Woman number two is known as a bullshitter, rumor mongers and in general, troublemaker deluxe. The word “police report” had been heard during the conversation, which was about this event.
Police report.
In other words, in to go not how many #facepalms, both mental and actual, physical ones, I did for a day or two.
I understand that you are surprised, gets stressed and maybe even scared when a big, unknown dog appears like this. But that's really not grounds for a police report. No one was injured, neither she, her dogs, Boyo or me. The end that you can have a point of view on is that I lost the leash – that’s on me.
There was no police report. I received another envelope from the police and couldn't believe my eyes, before I opened and realized it was a security survey and no report.
And you know what?
The story is not over yet!
Yesterday I was jumped on by woman number two (who was not involved in this story at all, but who has laid in and is the one who set fire to the woman who was actually there with her dogs) outside Ica, which is close to where I live. She scolded me and accused me of not dropping the leash at all, but meant that I had let him go and bussed him on this woman and her dogs. Then she also accused me of being completely coco in the ball – and you might think so, of course. She was so upset that she was completely red in the face.
And this is where I start to get a little tired. This woman has had a dog for as long as I have known of her existence. I will not stoop to her level and spread rumours, but she is far from flawless when it comes to her dogs.
That there is gossip and bullshit here on the street, I know that. I also know who it is that spreads said gossip, bullshit, and often – lies. I am terribly uninterested in engaging in either, so I stay as far away from these people as possible. Woman number two, who are now committed to this, probably thinks I'm really boring for not paying her any attention. My guess is that's why she's made up her mind to behave this way. I don't know if she hopes that I will be afraid of her, or give her more attention.
But damn it's so damn tiring, when something that was actually nothing but embarrassing for me, gets inflated like this – and not only that, also warped into something else. Just accusing me of bussing the dog on this woman – which I did not even see until Boyo was on the run after the hare! And even if I saw her first, why would I push my dog on a woman I've never spoken to before – I don't even know her name!!!
This kind of thing makes me want to tear my hair out.
Also, I feel a certain need to protect myself by telling you what actually happened, before this woman gets up to doing something really crazy.
Such as a police report.