Some days-like today-I take my lunch in a nearby park. Sometimes I just have to get out of the office.
Today was the perfect day to go. The sky was overcast and the breeze was cool. I would be able to roll down the windows and listen to the radio while not getting too hot. It was going to be the perfect lunch break.
This park also contains a dog park. It’s fenced off and has some neat things for the dogs to play on or pee on. There are several fake fire hydrants that I wouldn’t get to close to if I were you. There are also benches for the humans on that side off the fence.
So, as I said, lunch was going to be perfect. That is until an idiot dog owner started yapping at his dog.
“Artie. Artie. Artie, come here. Come here, Artie. Artie. Don’t do that, Artie. Don’t go over there, Artie. Artie, come back. Artie. Artie. Aaaarrrrtieeeee. Aaaarrrrtieeeee.”
And it all came out in a near constant stream. The guy wouldn’t shut up. He just sat on the bench calling out to his dog like a parent telling a child to stop doing something, but since the parent isn’t going to get up, then the kid will just keep doing whatever it is. Annoying, right? Even worse when it’s a dog. And do you know why?
BECAUSE DOGS DON’T SPEAK ENGLISH.
Now before you dog owners start jumping up and down saying, “My dog knows sit and beg and stay and kill the neighbors cat.” They don’t have the foggiest idea what you are saying. They recognize tone, timbre, clip and beat. And that’s only after you train the crap of them.
What they sure as my big, fat butt is hairy don’t recognize is, “Artie, don’t go over there. Don’t do that, Artie. Artie, what are you doing? Artie, quote me a sonnet. Aaaarrrrtieeeee. Aaaarrrrtieeeee. Aaaarrrrtieeeee.”
ARGH!
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Although if the dog had launched his owner into the next county with a big slingshot, and you heard “ARRRTTTIIIIEEEE!!!!” as he flew away, you’d have busted a gut!
Rick was just talking about how he doesn’t understand when people treat their pets like they are human. He’s not a pet person at all. Having Daisy was a real test for our marriage. Ha ha.
I don’t get it either. I am not an animal person. I have a hard enough time taking care of my kids, my husband, and sometimes, myself. Why would I want to add something else that is smelly, sheds and poops on the floor?