Ok, so I'm aware that this blog is starting to look a lot more like Marley and Me than it is a blog about anything else. Unfortunately, however, at this point in my life most of the "exciting" things that happen to me revolve around my animals. On any given day, I wake up, take them out, get ready for work, go to work, work while daydreaming about the TiVo I'll get to watch that night, come home, take them out again, and proceed to drown my nightly boredom away with a glass of wine and said TiVo. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job, and every week there is a new fire for me to put out, which keeps me on my toes. That being said, work tales are those "you had to be there"-type stories to begin with. Add to the fact that I do a lot of work that I can't really talk about and there's just not much to say. So, being that work and the dog park take up the vast majority of my day, you're left with dog park. Deal with it. My blog, my rules.
Now I know the first rule of canine fight club is that you don't talk about canine fight club, but I'm going to. Again, it's my blog suckas.
Anyway, today I take them to the park like any other day. It's pretty packed once again. Everyone is playing and having a good time. There is this little wirehaired fox terrier there that has a bit of Napoleon syndrome. He's being a jerk to all the bigger dogs, trying to prove his worth or whatever. At first I don't really notice him; but then he starts bugging Truman. At one point he latches on to the fur around Truman's throat, and when Truman whips his head the little shit goes flying off with a tuft of fur in Truman's mouth. Truman is so docile that he just goes about his day trying to avoid the little terror.
While this is going on, Cherry is having a good time chasing the tennis ball with a few other dogs, and they all take turns tackling one another. They're all running around, tails wagging, having some good old fashioned dog park fun. Cherry winds up with the ball and lays down to relax. She likes to protect the ball, and will roll around with it in her mouth, or put her paw on it to shield it. Anyway, she's just laying there when little terror comes up and tries to get it from her. At first he just stands there staring at her, and Cherry's tail starts wagging like they're about to play. Then the little terror starts growling, and Cherry's tail stops and she looks at him in alarm. Before I can stop them, the little terror unleashes an angry bark, and lunges at Cherry's face. Cherry can handle quite a bit of nagging from other dogs, and for the most part, she likes wrestling, but this dog really pissed her off, and she responded by losing it. She gets up and attacks him right back. It's a mess of tails, legs, and angry growls. While I'm trying to get over there, the other owner is just WATCHING, like an asshole. I finally grab Cherry's tail and pull her away and the little terror keeps coming at her, so I essentially have to kick him away. Without a word, the little terror's crappy owner leashes him up, and they silently leave the park. After he's gone, another owner is the first to break the silence by saying that the little terror was a mean and improperly socialized dog and his owner should know not to let him around other dogs. Everyone pretty much agreed that Cherry could have killed him if she wanted to. I'm glad it didn't get that far. As an owner of bigger dogs, it's my responsibility to make sure they play safely and don't get out of hand. I can't stop Cherry from defending herself when she's attacked, but the hard part comes in making sure she doesn't hurt anyone because some small dog is stupid enough to pick a fight with a giant. It's the stupid dog's fault, but if he gets hurt because he attacked my dog, that's on me.
So anyway, Cherry is officially a badass, or something. I don't condone doggy violence, but I can't stop her from defending herself when she gets face-murdered. Fortunately no one got hurt and I hope I don't see that little crap dog there anymore.
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