Poor dog.
We went north about 100 miles to visit the in-laws this weekend. The main event was my son's 4'th birthday party. They don't mind when we bring Josie with us, but this weekend was going to be a hassle because the cookout/party had to be scrapped because of friggin' WINTER . The party had to be moved into the garage of all places, and since it was raining and snowing all weekend I couldn't tie Josie out at all.
So Saturday, people are coming and going and I'm wigging out because I'm afraid Josie is gonna bolt through the door and run wild in a strange neigborhood. Sure enough, this nitwit friend of the in-laws is standing there in the entry way and my wife says: "If you open the door Josie will run off". Evidently all he heard was "open the door". He did, and she was GONE! I run out after her, in the pouring rain, and end up chasing her like a mile before I get her cornered in someones backyard. Nitwit didn't even apologize. Obviously this jerkoff isn't a dog-person, but who the hell just lets someone dog out?
Later on, we're decorating the garage with Josie inspecting, and my father in law opens the daggone garage door. *Poof* off she goes again! This time she only got next door where Buckeye, the Chow growled her butt into submission. He he.
During the party, I had instructions NOT to let the dog mingle, so the poor girl had to stay in her cage. I eased the loneliness by sneaking her a few hot dogs.
End of party...one nice older man (a "dog guy") was asking me about her, so I had her out, but on her 18" training lead when Nitwit's b***h wife tromps through and bigger than s**t steps right on her tail with her fat gunboats. She didn't apologize.
I'm starting to think that non-dog people just suck.
Poor Josie hasn't moved since we got home. She just comes into the room I'm in and plops down and sleeps. Poor girl.
We went north about 100 miles to visit the in-laws this weekend. The main event was my son's 4'th birthday party. They don't mind when we bring Josie with us, but this weekend was going to be a hassle because the cookout/party had to be scrapped because of friggin' WINTER . The party had to be moved into the garage of all places, and since it was raining and snowing all weekend I couldn't tie Josie out at all.
So Saturday, people are coming and going and I'm wigging out because I'm afraid Josie is gonna bolt through the door and run wild in a strange neigborhood. Sure enough, this nitwit friend of the in-laws is standing there in the entry way and my wife says: "If you open the door Josie will run off". Evidently all he heard was "open the door". He did, and she was GONE! I run out after her, in the pouring rain, and end up chasing her like a mile before I get her cornered in someones backyard. Nitwit didn't even apologize. Obviously this jerkoff isn't a dog-person, but who the hell just lets someone dog out?
Later on, we're decorating the garage with Josie inspecting, and my father in law opens the daggone garage door. *Poof* off she goes again! This time she only got next door where Buckeye, the Chow growled her butt into submission. He he.
During the party, I had instructions NOT to let the dog mingle, so the poor girl had to stay in her cage. I eased the loneliness by sneaking her a few hot dogs.
End of party...one nice older man (a "dog guy") was asking me about her, so I had her out, but on her 18" training lead when Nitwit's b***h wife tromps through and bigger than s**t steps right on her tail with her fat gunboats. She didn't apologize.
I'm starting to think that non-dog people just suck.
Poor Josie hasn't moved since we got home. She just comes into the room I'm in and plops down and sleeps. Poor girl.