a "bad maggie" story
the neighbors that randomly introduced themselves a few weeks ago have two dogs, one of which is dog aggressive. last night, as we left the house for our evening dog walk, they were right in front of the house with their dogs. maggie and the other dog freaked out at each other and it was like mirror images of people pulling their dogs away and making them sit. it was bound to happen at some point. maggie calmed pretty quickly, considering.
to counter that, the stupid perpetually offleash pointer (henry) was in the park a couple nights ago, and maggie didn't freak out about that (on our side of the river, we walked behind them for quite some time) and she didn't freak out at the leashed white lung-y dog walking a little ahead of us last night.
i made jef take me shopping last night so i don't have to deal with going to the supermarket while he's away. i also went to the dog store because i needed cat food and other randoms. while i was in there, these two freaky women were annoying the living crap out of the cashier, talking in annoying high pitched voices to all the day care dogs and whining that they didn't sell science diet prescription food in the store. i paid and literally ran out of there. the first time i went in there (i forgot something and had to go in twice), one of the day care dogs (a whippet) was scratching at the door. i told the cashier that that dog needed to take a shit. is it sad that i can take one look at a dogs butthole and tell?
to counter that, the stupid perpetually offleash pointer (henry) was in the park a couple nights ago, and maggie didn't freak out about that (on our side of the river, we walked behind them for quite some time) and she didn't freak out at the leashed white lung-y dog walking a little ahead of us last night.
i made jef take me shopping last night so i don't have to deal with going to the supermarket while he's away. i also went to the dog store because i needed cat food and other randoms. while i was in there, these two freaky women were annoying the living crap out of the cashier, talking in annoying high pitched voices to all the day care dogs and whining that they didn't sell science diet prescription food in the store. i paid and literally ran out of there. the first time i went in there (i forgot something and had to go in twice), one of the day care dogs (a whippet) was scratching at the door. i told the cashier that that dog needed to take a shit. is it sad that i can take one look at a dogs butthole and tell?