Friday, March 01, 2013
It was a little dog, a leashed dog. So far so good.
I was running along the sidewalk in town as a woman in her bathrobe came towards me walking her dog. I moved into the street so they could have the whole sidewalk to themselves. The friendly dog decided to greet me and the extendable leash allowed him to do that. He jumped up on me as I went by. Only when I got home did I notice the tiny hole made by his toenail.
While I’m on the subject of stupid pet owners, I might as well continue.
Back at the lake the problem is loose dogs. The worst case was the owner of a black lab who went to work each day letting the dog run free. She was a nice dog and wanted company – MY company.
More than once she chased my elderly mother into the house. The dog nearly outweighed my frail mother and her attempts to play were dangerous. I wasn’t a fan of the dead rabbits she brought us as presents either.
If I wanted to interact with a dog, I would own one.
Surely if I talked to the owner, this situation will stop, right?
We don’t allow our animals in the house.
I can’t afford a fence.
It’s cruel to chain up a dog.
Maybe I should just shoot it.
Notice I use the past tense in describing the situation. It’s a country road and the poor dog was killed by a car. Now that’s cruel and definitely not the driver’s fault.
My immediate problem – what to do about the hole in my tights?
Even on clearance these were the most expensive tights I’ve ever bought. Now I’m wondering what I should do. In the old days when we got a run in our nylons, we dabbed some nail polish on it to prevent it going further. That doesn’t seem right. I suppose I could put a few stitches in it. This is just very annoying.
I guess this qualifies as a rant. So be it.
Edit: Coughing and wheezing this morning (caught DH's cold) has contributed to my annoyed attitude. Sorry for the negativity. My blog this morning was supposed to be about how great the new tights felt and how much I liked them.