Allow me to introduce Daft Bitch (owner, not dog). Now, all dog owners project some human qualities on our dogs. It’s hard not too when they are full to the brim of doggie personality traits with clear parallels to human personality traits. There are, however, limits. I do not speak for my dog (“Lil Miss Rowdy says ‘Ou is just a big meanie, ou is!’”), and I do not hold conversations with my dog (monologues, yes. Dialogues, no).
If I give a command to my dog, it is two words: “Rowdy, SIT.” This is because I’m all too familiar with Gary Larson’s take on the matter.
Daft Bitch is another breed.
So, Daft Bitch, when your obese, poorly trained, unexercised, undersocialized, maggot-sized bastard of a yappy dog and the entitlement of Lindsay Lohan starts barking aggressively at my affectionate mutt, I am not impressed when you start “discussing” the situation with your dog.
“Now, Daisy, you know that’s not nice. If you want to play with the little dog, you shouldn’t bark. Really, you bark too much, but I guess that’s what min-pins do. You just bark, don’t you? Nothing much we can do.”
Yes, Daft Bitch, there is. It’s called ‘disciplining your dog’. In fact, once you made it clear you had no intention of stepping out from the shade and actually re-directing your dog’s behavior, I did it for you.
“BARK! BARKBARKBARK! BA-”
“Daisy, NO!”
Daisy gives me a startled “WTF?” look and checks with her owner. Owner is laughing and shaking her finger. “Blah blah, Daisy, blah blah blah!”
Daisy goes after my dog again. “BARK! BA-”
“Daisy, NO!” and I add a foot stomp and aggressive lean towards her.
“BA-”
“NO!” Foot stomp, lip curled in snarl. Plans to turn dog and owner into a set of matching rain boots and macintosh.
Daisy surveyed the scene and trotted back to her owner, who scooped her up (“Does ou want up? Does ou want up?”), and decided that Daisy was just being too mean. (“When you’re mean like that, we can’t stay. So, I guess we’ll have to go.”)
It took Daft Bitch another fifteen minutes to gather up her things, leash her dogs, and exit. There was an audible sigh of relief from the other dog owners.
Daft Bitch, lemme 'splain something to you. Your dogs do not understand your words. They hear their name, and then it’s just a lot of blah blah blah. Most other dog owners on the planet understand this and see you for what you really are: too fucking lazy to properly train, discipline, and keep your dogs. Your ongoing “discussion” with your dog was just making up reasons why you “couldn’t” police your dogs better, I guess, so the other owners in the park wouldn’t get mad at you.
NO, Daft Bitch! NO! Drop it! Drop it, Daft Bitch! DROP IT! Good! Good Daft Bitch! Treat! Now, IMPROVE! Improve, Daft Bitch!