So here’s the latest DADO report for last month. (For those that might be new to the blog, DADO stands for Dumb Ass Dog Owners and believe you me, there are a number of them in my neighborhood.)
Last Thursday I was taking Sampson for his morning walk. We did our six minutes and then I turned around and crossed the street like I usually do. I noticed one of the houses with an e-fence had their garage door open and I had a brief thought that I should cross the street, but I didn’t.
I should know better because the woman who lives in this house always takes her dog in the car with her when she takes her son to the bus stop. And she passes us almost every day.
I looked carefully and didn’t see a dog and really, what should it matter, the dog’s on an e-fence, right?
Sampson and I are taking our time as is his our custom. Just as we pull level with the driveway, I hear the distinctive sound of a dog on a mission. I look up to see the dog (Roxy) flying out of the garage and across the lawn. (You may remember Roxy, she’s the little puppy that didn’t want to poop while on leash, so the woman left her off and in doing so, her brand new puppy ran across the street to greet Delilah.)
Sampson (of course) starts jumping around, which is horrible for his leg, so I start walking to the other side of the road. Just as we reach the safety of the other side, Roxy gets to the end of her yard, pops out into the street, realizes she’s popped out of her yard, spins around to head back in, then realizes she didn’t get zapped and barrels across the street at us.
I hear the mom call Roxy and then I hear the son say, “Told ya.”
I don’t always leave my yard, but when I do, it’s to sniff a handsome lad.
And there I am standing on the side of the road with my dog, who is now being sniffed over by Roxy.
The mom comes over and tries to grab the dog, but Roxy thinks it’s a game, so she darts away as the woman tells me that her husband ‘edged’ through their electric fence.
And yet, you took your dog outside without a leash?
Roxy dances close beside me and I say, “I’m afraid to grab her collar, I don’t want to startle her and I don’t know how she does with strangers touching her.”
The woman ponders that, “She’s never bitten anyone before…”
Yeah, I’ll keep my hands to myself.
I reach into my treat bag and hand the woman a few tiny pieces of kibble.
“Wow, you’re good” she responds as she takes the kibble and holds it out to her dog, who turns her nose up at it and darts away again.
Sampson’s grown bored with the whole process since he’s already met the dog by now and sits down on the side of the road.
What can say? The lassies all love me.
Meanwhile, people in the neighborhood are leaving for work and cars start moving along the street, while Roxy continues to dance about and play the keep-me-away-from-my-mom game.
Finally, after what seems like 10 minutes, but was probably more like three, Roxy gets close enough for the woman to snag her and the son comes out into the street and carries the dog into the car.
I gather up my wits, my treats and my dog and stagger home clutching my heart.
Really, you can’t make this stuff up.
Does this stuff happen to anyone else? Or is it just me?
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