He's very stubborn. Today, we were walking by this house where a man was loading his car with his luggage and the dog was just fascinated by the process. The man kept looking at us and smiling, but it looked odd and felt creepy. Perhaps the dog thought he would take him on a trip with him if he approached him, but I held his collar so he couldn't take off toward the guy. I tried coaxing him and then pulling him to keep continuing on our walk. The dog and all of his 85 pounds resisted by sitting down, something he rarely does especially on command. Pffft. So much for his obedience training. Finally, the guy left in his car and we moved on, but I admonished the dog gently, "You know, you're not supposed to want to meet everyone. Not everybody likes big dogs. Many people are crabby. Besides, you're supposed to be protecting me, not dragging me toward danger." And then I leaned down just a bit and whispered to him, "Don't you know a serial killer when you see one?" GEEZE. Perhaps I shouldn't have watched that Ted Bundy special on 20/20 last week...... or read my very first Stephen King novel recently, or watch Snapped, Killer Couples and Forensic Files before I fall asleep at night. Ya think? I can't believe that dog tried to pull me toward a suspicious man with an open trunk and a large rolling suitcase!
He continued to walk, stop, pull, lower his head to the ground and tow me. "You're not Balto, you know," I say as he drags me into a snowbank so he can sniff the yellow snow of all dogs that have gone before. "You're having a lemonade snow cone, huh, buddy?" Gross.
On the way back home, we pass the pond in our subdivision where I used to fish sometimes out of sheer boredom. Even though it's just a retention pond, there are signs that say no swimming and fishing, but that doesn't stop anyone from the fishing part. Some of the guys in the neighborhood caught several large mouth bass from a nearby lake and then put them in there for the kids to catch and release. I did not know this until I caught several myself and they had tags in their fins for you to report online the date and serial number of when you caught it. So the first time I got a huge fish, I was shocked. There are little fish in there like blue gil, but no way would there ever be anything bigger unless someone put them there.
I have permission to fish in our neighbor's yard, but THEIR next door neighbor hates it when anybody fishes there period. Two years ago, he came out SCREAMING at me, swearing, because my dad stepped briefly in his yard. He was a really big jerk. He told me he didn't want people around his house because he likes to walk around in his underwear. Good grief, I am fishing, idiot, not looking in your windows hoping to catch you in your tighty whities or playing Christian Grey with Ana and Leila trapped in there, although I don't care if the rotting corpse of Elena is in there at all!! So he just kept screaming at me and my dad. My dad looked at him strangely, "This really bothers you that much, huh?" as he cast out his line out again and the bobber hit the water with a nice sounding plop! Laughing. And then my dad looks at him like he's nuts, "You're going to give yourself a heart attack getting all upset like that." Another casual cast. Meanwhile he's lecturing me about standing in his neighbor's yard with my backpack and 1 fishing pole like I'm destroying property or something when a guy several yards away takes his son out in the pond to test his new kayak. Laughing. If you're wondering what my response was to all his screaming and swearing, I just kept up a calm demeanor and repeated, "I don't care." And because of what was going on in my life at the time, I just wanted a little time out by the water for some peace and quiet. Well, he ruined that. (The bible says that a soft answer turns away wrath. Pffft, not if it is quietly clear to both the jerk and myself that when I am saying I don't care, I really mean I don't give a flying f***! HA!)
So back to the dog and our walk. I looked at the pond that finally froze over this late into winter and saw either a great blue heron or a great green heron, I don't know or care, but I pointed out toward the bird and said to the dog, "Look! There's Jesus. He's walking on the water." I think even God himself may have chuckled at that one.
|Not my yard, fence, or my dog. Yes, those are my shoes.|