The one holding the leash, of course. God, I’m still pissed about it.
Look. My dog is making a lot of noise because he’s scared and nervous. And yes, he has a square head. There were eight other dogs in that class, three of them Captain’s size. We were supposed to take turns taking our dogs around to politely meet all the other dogs, and this overly made-up high heel wearing cunt with a Sheltie gets to my dog and looks at the trainer and says “Should I?”
Should you? You think my dog is fucking dangerous because he’s crying and trying to climb into my lap and he has a big fucking head? You’re not scared of the Weimeraner who sniffs and shows his teeth (not snappishly, just, I dunno, showing his teeth) and you’re not scared of the wiener dog who’s fearful and snarling, noooo, those dogs are fine. You’re scared of poor dear Captain, who last saw this many dogs at the motherfucking shelter where his owners dumped his sweet ass when they had to move to Russia. (And don’t tell me that people in the kind of job where you suddenly have to move to Russia can’t find somebody to take their dog, especially a dog as good as Captain.)
And then the trainer says, “Don’t worry, pit bulls are almost never aggressive.”
And so now I’m in the “Barack Obama is not a Muslim” quandary, because he is not a pit but there is nothing wrong with being a pit. I have my doubts on exactly how much “Catahoulan Leopard Dog” this animal is and I kinda think they’ll do anything to get some dogs adopted, but I was all, “He’s a Catahoulan Leopard Dog! They’re a heritage cur breed, like the Carolina Dog. And he is obviously not dangerous.”
Fucking bitch thinks her dog is too good to sniff my dog’s ass. God, I could have slapped her.
And seriously, shouldn’t a dog person know that this is not what a fighting dog looks like? Look at his chest, look at the way he walks, look at something besides the fact that his head is kind of square. Geez.