This is where I was going to take a photo a day in 2012 but forgot to stop. I also write something random to give you an insight into the craziness that is Susan's mind.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
March 10. Day 69. Dog attack
The only thing more vicious than some dogs are their owners. Seriously, I don't know where some people get off. For the record, I will just put it out there that there are few pooches more pathetic than mine. I'm okay with that. We suit each other. Anyway, some time back I decided to avoid one of the dog parks on the river at West End because I took objection to the fact that dog owners saw no reason to close the gate and when I did would repeatedly open it again so their dogs could do a lap into the river and back into the park. My problem with that is that dog parks have fences for a reason and leaving the gate open really negates that. But today our walk took us by the park and the gate was shut so I figured what would be the harm in giving it another go. Bad move. We got to the gate and five big dogs pounced blocking our entry. Their owners did nothing. I decided the only way for us to get in - and their dogs not get out - was to pick Rumple up and push. That was fine but once inside all the other dogs jumped on me and a terrified Rumple climbed on my shoulder and wouldn't move. Then the "fun" started. The dogs continued to jump and their owners decided this is my problem. I should put Rumple down and let him fend for himself, apparently. I should stop "projecting" my fear. Excuse me. If I want to hold my dog I will. If I want to turn my dog into a big, fat sooky-la-la that's my prerogative. I do not want your pouch parenting tips, I will ask for them. Otherwise will you just shut up (and keep your dogs out of my face and more importantly out of Rumple's)