Who Let the Dogs Out? Without a Leash That Is
I don’t know about you, but I’m really getting tired of pet-owners leaving their dogs without their leashes, especially when they are outside in public areas. Don’t they know that they not only put the safety of their pets in peril, but also of the inherent danger they eventually bring to other people?
I think there is a law with regards to it and the owners might get fined or reprimanded or something. Aren’t they afraid of that? Maybe the punishments are too lenient that they continue on with their bad habits with regards to their pets and such.
It’s been too many times already that I come too close to these loose dogs that I’m beginning to think that I’m some sort of dog magnet or something. It’s not that I’m afraid of them but rather quite the opposite, I’m afraid that I’ll run over them one of these days and probably kill them or scar them for life, to which I really do not want to be a party of.
One time I almost ran over a very small dog, a quite cute one at that, if not for my quick thinking and fast reflexes. I was nonchalantly riding my bike to the park when this white dog, which I later learned was a Teacup Pomeranian, darted from out of nowhere and was headed directly to me, and my bike.
What kind of alerted me was this hysterically screaming woman, who was probably the dog’s owner, pointing at something in front of me. I immediately looked ahead and saw something that resembles a big fluffy squirrel, but white, has head hair like a lions and tiny beady eyes, the kind you see on children’s toys.
I immediately applied the brakes on my bike and it was close. Both I and the lady managed a sigh of relief and all I got for the episode were several dog licks on both of my shoes. Maybe the dog thought I was a bone or something.
Another incident that I remember that involved me and unleashed dogs was the time I met an overly loyal and protective pitbull. On hindsight, it was really a Boxer Pitbull mix according to its owner, so that really makes it a doubly protective kind of dog, the likes you wouldn’t want to mess with.
It stood at more than two feet and probably weighed around 60 – 70 pounds by the looks of it. With its broad head and flappy looking ears, short body hair that somehow kind of sticks close to the body, it is a relatively large kind of dog.
I was monkeying around with its owner, who was also a friend, never realizing that the dog was with him the whole time, albeit not really there beside him but roaming around the fields. Our horsing around managed to get the dog’s attention and the last thing I saw was a large chunk of a dog rushing towards me.
There was time to get up a tree, which was really besides us, and fortunately for me, there were several branches around which aided my ascent. A short blow on a whistle made the dog stop on its tracks and generally just kind of sat there quietly on its owner’s side. A look from me generated a low growl so I was not going anywhere just yet.
I did not go down that tree for a while, not until they left and all. It was somewhat better up there.