Animals in America

While sitting at a park just relaxing and trying to get some peace and quiet, there is this loud barking and growling going on behind me.  As I peek over my shoulder with one eye remaining closed in attempt to remain relaxed, I see two big dogs fighting while the two owners are pulling with all their might to pull them away from one another.  A woman had her German Sheppard leashed and she probably weighed only about half of that of her dog.  But she tugged and pulled with all her might.  Meanwhile, the other man had his Rottweiler leashed as he tugged so hard that the dog was standing on his hind feet and gagging for air.   The woman finally pulled her dog over to a tree and tied it up.  Much to my surprise, the woman who could not have weighed more than 100 pounds, went stomping across the grassy area and began screaming at the top of her lungs at this man who stood at least six foot or more and had to have weighed well over 200 pounds. 

Of course I had to sit up straight and open the other eye to just make sure that I would not miss anything.  This was definitely better than anything I could have watched on television.  This little woman went after this man like a Chihuahua with attitude as she had NO fear of her small size and what a man of this size could do to her.  She tore into him like a chew toy and tossed her long brown hair back and forth like a dog does with a tug-of-war rope.  Just as I thought she was starting to settle down, she started in on this man again.  I could tell the man was getting fed up with the verbal bashing which should have been a red flag for this woman to just shut up and leave, but she didn’t. 

The local police showed up and defused the situation and made them both leave the park.  Ah, peace and quiet returns.  So I thought!  

Within ten minutes of the breakup, the woman returns to the park without her dog but with a notebook to get names and phone numbers and addresses of the people who witnessed her dog “being mauled” as she put it.  I overheard her talking to another couple across the walkway and I picked up and got out of there.  She was claiming that she was going to sue this man for allowing his dog to cause such trauma to her little (over 100 pounds) German Sheppard.  I laughed all the way to my car.  What has this world come to?

I bet the German Sheppard has a personalized closet with his very own wardrobe and matching collars.  Maybe my father had it right all those years.  He said that when he died he wanted to come back as a little dog so he could be pampered and washed and fed and spoiled rotten.  He’s been gone for over twenty years now and I often wonder if he got to come back as a dog and if he wears tutus?    Now that is a funny thought.