Uggg…kids…
I was at a pet food store today with Sarge (new foster: lab/shiba) and these two kids, probably twelve-ish, run up to me, shrieking “Can I pet your puuupppyy?”, as their hands are reaching towards him.
Sarge cowers behind me, shaking, obviously scared sh*tless. Then the two…ahem…children…reach around me and continue petting him. I said “No, he’s really scared right now.” The girl said “He won’t be scared of us, we have dogs.” I said “Well, he *is* scared of you, please leave.” They continue petting, saying “Don’t be scared, puppy,” in high, shrieky tones of voice. I said “Stop petting my dog, and leave. Now.” They asked why, and I said “He’s scared of you. Leave him alone. Now. Go.”
And they finally left. Sarge was shaking the entire rest of the store visit.
God, people make me so mad – and these kids were old enough to know better.
-Rosefern
I was at a pet food store today with Sarge (new foster: lab/shiba) and these two kids, probably twelve-ish, run up to me, shrieking “Can I pet your puuupppyy?”, as their hands are reaching towards him.
Sarge cowers behind me, shaking, obviously scared sh*tless. Then the two…ahem…children…reach around me and continue petting him. I said “No, he’s really scared right now.” The girl said “He won’t be scared of us, we have dogs.” I said “Well, he *is* scared of you, please leave.” They continue petting, saying “Don’t be scared, puppy,” in high, shrieky tones of voice. I said “Stop petting my dog, and leave. Now.” They asked why, and I said “He’s scared of you. Leave him alone. Now. Go.”
And they finally left. Sarge was shaking the entire rest of the store visit.
God, people make me so mad – and these kids were old enough to know better.
-Rosefern