A New One

So, uh, I got kicked out of the dog park this weekend. Who does that? Who serisously gets kicked out of a dog park?

 I do.

Or, more accurately, Kala does.

I explain it simply as ‘she’s a rescue.’   And it is mostly due to that, I honestly believe.  And, the fact that her and I share a common personality; we don’t like people in our faces or bothering us if we don’t want to be bothered. 

Dogs just express it differently.

Like bared teeth and a nasty snarl…and maybe even a little more hostility if they don’t get the picture. And, that’s all she did. She was getting along fine with another dog. But one or two got in her face and she backed them off, but some lady freaked the fuck out. She yelled at me to get my dog out of there. ‘Goddamit, get our dog out of here!” is what she said word for word.

I just leashed Kala and Boone and left. There was no point in turning around and telling her that maybe it was her dog that had the problem. And maybe her dog should stay out of Kala’s face.

No. Not point in trying to talk sense to some senseless crazed woman.

But, I do need to get a place with a yard. now that I have to beasts of dogs, it would be ideal.  And, if i had a yard, I wouldn’t have to expose Kala to such angry people. That can’t be good for a rescued dog.

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