There are no dogs allowed in the pond where I swim. But all summer people have been bringing their dawgs. I would be more sympathetic if there were no where else to go to cool off but a river runs through town and there is a brand new dog park near the river, as well.
if the dogs are well-behaved it’s not so bad. I like animals. But so many people get a dog without a clue of the particular nature of the animal they’ve chosen.
The other day I watched two thirty-somethings trying to get their bassett hound to swim. The poor dog was so anxious and upset and trying hard to please. And of course then I have to listen to all the “Good boy. Keep trying.” over and over. Not very relaxing.
Another dog, a young pit bull, ran right into the water and pooped. Then there’s all this raucous laughter and a loooong discussion of whether poop in the water would be harmful. Then, who was going to fish it out. “I didn’t know dogs pooped in water.”
Then there are the dogs who have fights with other dogs and the ones who get wet and tromp all over the towels, books, beach bags with their sandy feet trying to find at least one dry person they can stand next to to shake and get wet.
All the meaningless apologies from the owners who insist, “He’s really a good dog,” and then in a few minutes it happens again.
It’s not the dawgs - it’s the thoughtless owners who don’t know how to train their pets.
Is pet hair gross? Only if there are fleas in it. It’s to be expected.