A long, angry vent about my work-related pet peeve.
Two evenings in a row, two different neighborhoods, two remarkably similar-looking pit bulls and owners. Me, walking my clients’ dogs and minding my own business, staying well away from most people. Them, letting their dogs come running up within touching and biting distance without asking, and then treating me like a certifiable lunatic for asking them not to. Fuckers! If I weren’t responsible for these dogs I’d kick you in the gonads for rolling your eyes at my concern that your dog, or the one I’m holding back is going to go from posturing to chainsaw mode in .5 seconds.
Yes, contestent number one, I do understand that dogs slip out gates, doors and off leashes, but when they are running at strangers with dogs who and not paying the slightest attention to your calling them, could you amble your fat ass a little faster to get him under control since my hands are full of a seventy pound chow mix with his hackles up?
And contestent number two, you pus dick on the bicycle with the dog on a leash(a piss-poor idea to begin with) I know you saw me trying to control the this dog’s barking, lunging and generally going ballistic everytime she so much as glimpsed another dog, because you were behind me nearly two blocks before you caught up when she stopped to go. Did you think it would be cute to let your un-neutered male pit bull provoke her into nearly strangling trying to get to him? I don’t appreciate you rolling your eyes at me like I am a hysterical crazy lady. I don’t know shit about your dog, and you don’t know shit about the one I’m walking, do you? Even if your dog is the sweetest, most gentle puppy in the whole wide world, you don’t have a clue if the one I am walking responsibly is going to go for his freaking neck, you fucking moron!
God damn it, I am going to wind up at the vet with a client’s dog someday and then be arrested when I beat the living shit out of the irresponsible fuckwad who won’t control their dog!