Protectors
I'm always amazed at my dogs' ability to sense my reactions to people.
We were on our walk this morning when we ran into some guys who were papering front doors with advertisements for some maid service. The guy across the street saw my dogs first, and he yelled a friendly "are those braids?" when he saw them. I sorta explained the dreadlock thing, and he seemed to be satisfied with the answer. He kept on papering.
The guy on my side of the street, though, didn't see them at first. And when he did, he wanted to touch them. I was a little more wary of this guy. He reeked of alcohol and he had a crushed can of malt liquor in his hand (it was 8:30 in the morning). I think he probably had more in his bag. He made a beeline for the dogs, and I started to tense up a little. Crianza started barking. Relampago started barking. The guy came up to us and started leaning down to the dogs.
I let Crianza go first since I knew it was unlikely that she'd hurt him. I also knew it was unlikely that she'd let herself get caught by him. He kept on saying that he had dogs (which is utter bullshit when it comes to dealing with other people's dogs), and he knew what he was doing. Relampago wanted nothing to do with him. Crianza kept on running around me to make sure that she was between me and the guy. The guy was oblivious to the fact that the three of us wanted nothing to do with him. The guy was just being aggressive in his wanting to be with the dogs.
The other guy sensed that something was going on, and he came over to see if he could extradite us from the situation. He said he was wary of dogs, and he showed a scar where he'd been bitten. I said that was a good thing to be wary. Of course, the drunk guy wasn't really quick on the uptake, and eventually it took his partner saying "come on" to him to get him to move away from us.
We walked quickly the other way while he walked onto our front porch to leave some ad that I'd eventually throw away without looking at it.
He came back looking for us later, though I think he probably was too drunk to know which house was mine. I am glad, though, that someone's going to be in the house for a good hunk of the day, though.
We get people coming up to us all the time. Most of the time, the dogs will have relatively little problems with it. They're not overjoyed to be assaulted by strangers, but they'll generally be cool with it. This guy, though, was a little scary to me, and the dogs picked up on that. They were extra careful to make sure that he didn't get past them. They made no move whatsoever to accept his attempts at making friends. They didn't bare their teeth, but I knew that if I'd let him, Relampago would have gone after him (which I decidedly didn't want to have happen).
I was glad to see him go.
In other news, my mother apparently has found E Street Radio on Sirus.
We were on our walk this morning when we ran into some guys who were papering front doors with advertisements for some maid service. The guy across the street saw my dogs first, and he yelled a friendly "are those braids?" when he saw them. I sorta explained the dreadlock thing, and he seemed to be satisfied with the answer. He kept on papering.
The guy on my side of the street, though, didn't see them at first. And when he did, he wanted to touch them. I was a little more wary of this guy. He reeked of alcohol and he had a crushed can of malt liquor in his hand (it was 8:30 in the morning). I think he probably had more in his bag. He made a beeline for the dogs, and I started to tense up a little. Crianza started barking. Relampago started barking. The guy came up to us and started leaning down to the dogs.
I let Crianza go first since I knew it was unlikely that she'd hurt him. I also knew it was unlikely that she'd let herself get caught by him. He kept on saying that he had dogs (which is utter bullshit when it comes to dealing with other people's dogs), and he knew what he was doing. Relampago wanted nothing to do with him. Crianza kept on running around me to make sure that she was between me and the guy. The guy was oblivious to the fact that the three of us wanted nothing to do with him. The guy was just being aggressive in his wanting to be with the dogs.
The other guy sensed that something was going on, and he came over to see if he could extradite us from the situation. He said he was wary of dogs, and he showed a scar where he'd been bitten. I said that was a good thing to be wary. Of course, the drunk guy wasn't really quick on the uptake, and eventually it took his partner saying "come on" to him to get him to move away from us.
We walked quickly the other way while he walked onto our front porch to leave some ad that I'd eventually throw away without looking at it.
He came back looking for us later, though I think he probably was too drunk to know which house was mine. I am glad, though, that someone's going to be in the house for a good hunk of the day, though.
We get people coming up to us all the time. Most of the time, the dogs will have relatively little problems with it. They're not overjoyed to be assaulted by strangers, but they'll generally be cool with it. This guy, though, was a little scary to me, and the dogs picked up on that. They were extra careful to make sure that he didn't get past them. They made no move whatsoever to accept his attempts at making friends. They didn't bare their teeth, but I knew that if I'd let him, Relampago would have gone after him (which I decidedly didn't want to have happen).
I was glad to see him go.
In other news, my mother apparently has found E Street Radio on Sirus.