Spending so much time around dog people who actually see, understand, and take positive steps to guide appropriate dog behavior sometimes makes me forget how completely inept a lot of dog owners are.
Watching an OES owner whose companion is a shaggy mop with only vague suggestions of a canine shape, much less eyes and ears, being dragged into the room. His dog goes straight up to a pair of women holding three chihuahuas before being jerked to a stop. One of the chihuahuas erupts into frenzied barking. Her owner screaches "Stop that! Do you want to go to the car!?" and shakes the Chi. The OES owner sits a bare two chairs away, despite there being multiple alternatives available. The OES starts barking. The Chihuahua simulatenously hits a higher register and decibal level. Other dogs in the room are becoming uneasy. From inside a carrier, a cat begins to yowl and a languid, incredibly overweight dachshund opens his eyes. A woman in the far corner shifts and pats a strange lump, and I realize her pet is apparetly living inside her sweater. The Chi owner feebly shakes the dog again and repeats the threat of car banishment for the twentieth time. The OES owner stares around blankly wearing a vague smile as his dog continues to bark at random intervals.
An old man sits across the room in worn but neat jeans and a collared shirt, all grey hair and smile lines. We meet eyes. His little mix breed is sitting neatly on the chair next to him, watching the escalating drama with composed interest. At my feet, my dog is doing the same from her down stay. He raises his eyebrows and winks. I give a very small smile in returns. We both lean back, and settle in.
Watching an OES owner whose companion is a shaggy mop with only vague suggestions of a canine shape, much less eyes and ears, being dragged into the room. His dog goes straight up to a pair of women holding three chihuahuas before being jerked to a stop. One of the chihuahuas erupts into frenzied barking. Her owner screaches "Stop that! Do you want to go to the car!?" and shakes the Chi. The OES owner sits a bare two chairs away, despite there being multiple alternatives available. The OES starts barking. The Chihuahua simulatenously hits a higher register and decibal level. Other dogs in the room are becoming uneasy. From inside a carrier, a cat begins to yowl and a languid, incredibly overweight dachshund opens his eyes. A woman in the far corner shifts and pats a strange lump, and I realize her pet is apparetly living inside her sweater. The Chi owner feebly shakes the dog again and repeats the threat of car banishment for the twentieth time. The OES owner stares around blankly wearing a vague smile as his dog continues to bark at random intervals.
An old man sits across the room in worn but neat jeans and a collared shirt, all grey hair and smile lines. We meet eyes. His little mix breed is sitting neatly on the chair next to him, watching the escalating drama with composed interest. At my feet, my dog is doing the same from her down stay. He raises his eyebrows and winks. I give a very small smile in returns. We both lean back, and settle in.