Or why Guin didn’t go to her internship today.
Okay. I’m walking up to the bus stop to go downtown to the Heinz center to do my internship. And as I get to the top of the hill, right before my dentist’s office, I hear a barking dog and see a dog running across the yard of the house next to the office.
I figure it’s on a leash-until I realize a second later, it isn’t.
The dog-a medium sized mutt keeps coming towards me, even as I back up. It doesn’t stop, and I start to run across the street. He just MISSES grabbing my pants leg. I SCREAM several times. A few cars are coming, and manages to send the dog back to the front of his house, where, for about ten minutes, the dog skips back and forth across the street, causing several cars to swerve, honking, while I’m paralized in the grass across the street-afraid to procede to said bus stop lest the dog see me and come after me again. A person even comes out of the dentist’s office to see what all the commotion is about.
The bus stop is located right by a four way intersection.
Finally, the dog went back into his yard, and I went across to the bus stop. I was still shaking, and then a police car drives by. When he pauses at a stop sign, I gesture to him, and he comes over, pulls over to the side, and parks his car. He opens the window and I tell him about the dog.
He goes over, and checks it out-no one is home, and he tells me that when he got out of the car, the dog went after him too. I ask if he needs my name, but he doesn’t.
By now, the road crew which was working below comes up, and the guy with the stop sign is there, talking to the cops.
I wait another 20 minutes, about a half an hour after my bus’s scheduled time, and still the bus hasn’t come. I’m tired of this, so I just go home, asking the guy holding the Stop/Slow sign if it’s safe-he’s directing traffic and occassionally keeping the dog back. He tells me to go ahead.
I get home, tell my dad what happens, check my e-mail and then take a nap. I was still shaking at this point-not so much from that little incident, but more of a combination of the cold, what happened, and my anger at the bus never coming and being annoyed and pissed about people who don’t fucking take care of their pets.
To the leftover cumdrops who own the dog: look, I don’t know your dog. I don’t BLAME your dog. I don’t even care if your dog is the friendliest dog in the world. (though I highly doubt it). But I don’t fucking appreciate being attacked when I’m trying to walk to the goddamn felching bus stop by your dog. You’re not home, you leave the dog outside-or allow him access to outside without a fucking leash. Obviously you don’t care if the dog bites someone or gets hit by a goddamn car. I CRINGED and yelped several times when your dog narrowly missed getting hit by a car.
Nor was said dog wearing a collar!
Fuck you. My dog never ever goes outside by herself. When we take her out to do her business, she is ALWAYS on a leash. We will take her out without one if one of us will be in the yard. We trained her strictly when she was young to NEVER EVER leave the porch unless WE are with her and WE tell her that it’s okay-like when we’re sitting in the yard or we have a picnic. And even then we have to coax her several times to leave the porch.
She is never outside without one of us. And she has a leash and a collar. I’m not going to lie and say she has never bitten anyone-she has-but never unprovoked-like when some of my cousins decided to get in her face, or when we were clipping her, which she hates. But she is ALWAYS reprimanded, and she rarely bites. She is older and fussy, but she’s a good dog.
I don’t blame your dog. He obviously doesn’t know any better because of ignorant smegma-stains like you. Get fucked up the ass with a curling iron, you ignorant fuckheads.
(I went home and gave my dog a big hug).
