Mar 09, 2013 16:50
So less than an hour ago, my mom and I were walking with my dog, Mya, when we began to pass the house where my now-deceased dog, Scottie, had his worst attack*. The owners' newer dog, a fat black lab, charged at us so quickly that I nearly stepped out into the street with Mya. It was on an electric fence, but it still snarled like it was going to rip us to pieces, which it probably would have. Then we see the wheelchair-bound owner silently leering at us while his middle-aged daughter stomps over to us screaming about how, "HE IS ON AN ELECTRIC FENCE!" after my mother called them out about the previous attack. Then the woman screamed "I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!" because my mom called her a bitch (Go Mom!). And she shouted that "YOU JUST SHOULDN'T WALK BY OUR HOUSE!" Never mind that we couldn't get back home without doing so. Then I might have called her a psycopath. But my mother said the woman had already called us psychopaths. Geez, what didn't that woman yell at us?
I just got so terrified and angry because Scottie was attacked three times** and I was walking him every time, so I tend to just freak out in these situations. Still, that does not make what those people did right. In fact, I remember when they first got that dog, and it was nice and inquisitive, and then one winter passed, and it was vicious after that. I swear the owner abuses it so that he has an attack dog.
Newsflash, buddy: you do not have the right to an attack dog because you are wheelchair-bound. A disability does not warrant your pet attacking your neighbors. Attack dogs are not the same as guard dog, and no one should have an attack dog. And your family members do not get to scream at pedestrians who want to pass by your property unharmed. Responsible dog owners, including disabled ones, know that.
*A rottweiler mix named Leroy tore into his back and then Scottie spent the night outside because he slipped the leash and I felt awful and my birthday was the next day. And I had to fill out a report for animal control. It was Leroy's third attack, so he was put down.
** By three different dogs on nonconsecutive occasions. Did we have some sort of sign on our backs?
scottie,
life,
my dog,
mya,
wtf?!