BEWARE: killer pug at large
Awww, he's so cute(!!!). I love pugs. But this isn't my family's pug, in fact I pulled this image off of Google's image search, though my family's pug is cute, and cute pugs all look the same. Our pug weighs in at 18.5 pounds, and we've had him now for several years. He snorts a lot less than many other pugs because we walk him a lot, feed him right. He's a territorial little guy, like most dogs. He barks whenever someone is at the door, and he loves running after strangers for their affection. He was named Rico, though I hate that name so I usually just call him Puggy. He loves to be baby talked. Anyhow...
I only bring this up because he's the subject of this blog post. Yesterday I was visiting my parents and moving some heavy stuff for my mother. In doing so the dog used it as an opportunity to escape outside, and upon making his way into the yard the dog noticed two people walking down the street. Of course, he did what he instinctually does and ran after them. Now, this is my parents neighborhood, the neighborhood I grew up in, and neighborhood I took many walks in myself throughout the years. Usually when an animal escapes into the street and comes barking at you, all you usually have to do is baby talk them into a cowardly excited submission until the owner comes to get them, the etiquette usually being them going "oh, I'm so sorry" and me going "oh, it's okay, he's such a cute little guy"... and blah blah blah and everyone goes their separate ways. I've been there countless times myself. But I digress... so the dog went chasing after these two people, husband and wife in their late 30s or early 40s, healthy couple getting their exercise. My first worry was that the dog was going to be hit by a car, and my brother goes chasing after our dog. So I couldn't see everything that was happening but I heard by dog getting very aggressive, and the guy was shouting profusely at the dog. I dropped what I was doing and ran out into the street myself worrying that they were beating on my dog, but by the time I could see what was happening my brother had picked up the dog. My brother, being the big hippie he is, gave a very sincere apology. However, my brother's ill fated nature about his kindness is it brings the worst out of people. In this case, the man went on a tirade full of f-bombs and insults at my brother in something like an asshole Jersey accent. That's when my mother came out into the street. She apologized herself, but she told the man he had no reason to behave the way he was behaving. It was quite amusing because he could dish out the insults but he couldn't stomach any. Anyhow, we were yelling at them for like 10 or 15 minutes. He later claimed the dog bit his wife, and him doing all the talking I asked her myself whether she was bitten and she seemed rather reluctant to say so, at best I got a maybe out of her that he may have bitten (at) her shoe. I asked if she kicked at the dog and she said no. I basically said like my mom did in a calm manner that I was sorry, but it's no excuse to be a dick, and with that they left.
Anyhow, what kind of pussy gets frightened by an 18.5 pound bundle of cuteness. My brother later told me when he was running after the dog, the guy was running away from the dog like he was utterly frightened. Maybe that assclown should be on the Maury Povich show with that lady with the irrational fear of pickles. In our argument with them the dickhead made some kind of comment about how he was being chased on county property, and some such comments that made it sound like he was going to bring up reporting this to some authority of some kind. In all honesty, I'd like to see him try. For starters, I've no idea where he lives, so no flaming bags of poo in the meantime; but that could all change if he files a report. Gotta love our system of transparency. Though, it will probably never escalate so far. After all, I can't imagine for the life of me that anybody anywhere with any authority whatsoever would respond to such a story about a vicious pug attacking someone so much so that they were injured or frightened in any reasonable sense. It'd be like calling the police because someone chucked a balloon full of air at you.
Anyhow, I gotta see if I can get myself a doggy costume like in that photo.