Well today I decided (actually forced) to take my fat Jack russel for a walk.
The thing is he's a bit crazy, he is a good dog with people, and wouldn't hurt a soul. Except he is viscious with other canine's, it's weird. He'll just attack. Thats why I avoid walks.
So we head for our walk and ahead I see a BIG rottweiler. Frick. I tug hard on his leash so he won't go ballistic on the massive dog. Unfortunately the weasel slips out of his new collar and runs up to the dog.
The stand nose to nose. I was surprised he hadn't enraged a fight yet.
So I take my oppurtunity and scoop, my courageous, yet flakey pup into my arms and hurry a safe distance away.
The rottweiler barks angrily, and my dog growls back.
I snap at him for baing a jerk, I don't even apologize to the owners. Classy. I walk away, hugging my sausage dog to my chest.
I walk off hastily, holding the limp leash and retarded pet.
"This is why I hate taking you for walks! Because you always act like a frikin dumbass!" I hiss in my dogs ear.
Yeah, I realized after that I was cursing at my dog.
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