Man, after Sidney Ponson threw like a douchebag off the mound against the Yankees last night, I knew I had to get a ticket for tonight’s game. Ahh, baseball during a winter weather advisory. I don’t see how it could get any better.
Speaking of baseball (okay, not really), I got home from work last night and took Riley out to do his potty thing. As we walked outside, someone else was outside with their puppy named Tucker. Tucker’s maybe six months old and his owner didn’t have him on a leash. So, what’s that mean? Mainly, they’re violating an apartment complex rule that we all get in trouble for all the time, and it bothers me a lot because I don’t want it to get to the point where we can’t have pets. Plus, we’re entirely too close to a road where nobody pays attention to the speed limit, there are usually kids running around all over the place, there are cars coming and going in the parking lot not paying attention to random dogs running through the lot, and there are other dogs out all the time. It’s not safe to have them not on their leash during busy times.
Tucker, the unruly puppy, followed Riley and I all the way out to the street. Riley needed to pee and he’s not much for peeing with an audience. I can’t say I blame him.
Tucker’s stupid owner comes chasing him, but of course she’s chasing him with no shoes on, because, you know, it’s 34 degrees and it’s warm here. She asks if my dog bites, and even though he’s never bitten anything that moves in his life, I say, “I dunno. He might. But that’s why we have a leash rule, so we don’t have to worry about it.”
She mumbled something under her breath that I chose to ignore, and she finally caught up with her dog. She picked him up, but not before she seriously knocked the shit out of him. Her hand hit his hip hard enough to knock him three feet back, and I wanted to keep my mouth shut, but I couldn’t, which resulted in “I don’t really think it’s his fault he was running around without a leash”.
And she says, “Mind your own business.”
Mind my own business, huh? We’ll see about that.
Riley’s not the perfect dog and I’m far from the perfect dog owner, but you know what? Knocking the crap out of him hasn’t ever really been an option in punishing him for eating a loaf of bread or for knocking a lamp off of a table. What good’s it gonna do? None. It’s just teaching him to be scared of me, which is stupid.
I’m not gonna go and call Animal Cops on this girl, because I’m sure she was just frustrated that her puppy wasn’t listening to her. But still, when your kid frustrates you, do you hit it first?