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Yet Another Dog Blog
My stepbrother had a German Shephard. And he hates small dogs. He's been giving me endless amounts of crap for getting a small pooch.
But damn, those small dogs are so cute. Who hasn't walked into a pet store and saw them sitting in a cage and just fallen in love?
As much as we get annoyed by people that have a baby, and that want to talk about nothing other than their kid, or show endless photos, I have been determined not to do that.
But my girlfriend and I end up talking a lot about him with other dog couples. My friend Paul quotes religiously from the Dog Whisperers book. And, I've read the book, and it seems to make sense. I just hate watching the guy on TV. He seems like a quack.
When we had friends in from out of town, we brought the dog when we went walking along the beach in La Jolla. There was a tall blonde walking two dogs. One was huge. The other was a cute little dog, possibly a Boston Terrier.
When the dog pooped, she just kept walking. I wanted to pick it up with one of the bags I had, and catch up to her and say "Hey idiot, you forgot this." Because, it's people like that that give dog walkers a bad name.
When I was walking my dog in North Park, there was a sign in someones front yard about how they didn't want dogs pooping in their grass, even if it's cleaned up. It was a long sign, that went on about kids playing on the lawn and diseases. And, I have no problem with that request.
A woman about 50 feet in front of me in University Heights had a dog crap on the sidewalk. The dog wasn't on a leash, either. That's another pet peeve of mine. I don't need some pit bull or other aggressive dog, coming and attacking my little white, harmless snowball.
She went into her house, and I thought I could scoop the poop into my bag, and leave it on her porch. But, I wasn't sure how I wanted to proceed. A few times I've seen smokers throw a butt out the window at a stoplight, and I've picked it up, and flung it back into their window. I stopped when I realized a cop would totally nail me for that, if the driver didn't himself have a gun in his glove box.
And as I approached this big, giant mound...I talked myself out of doing it. Mainly because it was gross, and my bags are tiny.
Well, I'm glad I did. I was 10 feet from it's approach and she came running out with a bag and started to pick it up. I said, "That's the fun part of dogs, huh?" She laughed.
(and speaking of dogs and stinkiness...my dog is in love with my shoes; photograph below)
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Yet Another Dog Blog
My stepbrother had a German Shephard. And he hates small dogs. He's been giving me endless amounts of crap for getting a small pooch.
But damn, those small dogs are so cute. Who hasn't walked into a pet store and saw them sitting in a cage and just fallen in love?
As much as we get annoyed by people that have a baby, and that want to talk about nothing other than their kid, or show endless photos, I have been determined not to do that.
But my girlfriend and I end up talking a lot about him with other dog couples. My friend Paul quotes religiously from the Dog Whisperers book. And, I've read the book, and it seems to make sense. I just hate watching the guy on TV. He seems like a quack.
When we had friends in from out of town, we brought the dog when we went walking along the beach in La Jolla. There was a tall blonde walking two dogs. One was huge. The other was a cute little dog, possibly a Boston Terrier.
When the dog pooped, she just kept walking. I wanted to pick it up with one of the bags I had, and catch up to her and say "Hey idiot, you forgot this." Because, it's people like that that give dog walkers a bad name.
When I was walking my dog in North Park, there was a sign in someones front yard about how they didn't want dogs pooping in their grass, even if it's cleaned up. It was a long sign, that went on about kids playing on the lawn and diseases. And, I have no problem with that request.
A woman about 50 feet in front of me in University Heights had a dog crap on the sidewalk. The dog wasn't on a leash, either. That's another pet peeve of mine. I don't need some pit bull or other aggressive dog, coming and attacking my little white, harmless snowball.
She went into her house, and I thought I could scoop the poop into my bag, and leave it on her porch. But, I wasn't sure how I wanted to proceed. A few times I've seen smokers throw a butt out the window at a stoplight, and I've picked it up, and flung it back into their window. I stopped when I realized a cop would totally nail me for that, if the driver didn't himself have a gun in his glove box.
And as I approached this big, giant mound...I talked myself out of doing it. Mainly because it was gross, and my bags are tiny.
Well, I'm glad I did. I was 10 feet from it's approach and she came running out with a bag and started to pick it up. I said, "That's the fun part of dogs, huh?" She laughed.
(and speaking of dogs and stinkiness...my dog is in love with my shoes; photograph below)
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