This is a rant. Beware as there is a real chance that smoke will come from this post shortly.
Today I went for a walk with a friend. We walk in the countryside where we meet very few cars or people. It’s an 8km loop which we do at least once a week and have been doing for about eight years. It’s our therapy so to speak.
Now I’m assuming you can imagine the peace as we walk our country path, cows munching in the fields and birds singing, the only sounds breaking the silence. So you may wonder, why do some of our friends refuse to join us?
It’s because each time we walk we are attacked by two dogs.
Maybe you think I’m exaggerating? Well let me paint you the picture. Each walk we bring with us my friends two, fairly large dogs, on a lead, one each. About fifteen minutes into the walk we thankfully near the top of heart attack hill. Lying on the road waiting for us are two dogs, a Springer Spaniel and a Labrador. As we approach we scour the ditches for sticks. Fairly large ones if we can find them. When we are about twenty feet from the dogs they charge. The spaniel is the worst offender. He flies past, barking his head off, snarling and en-route goes to attack whichever dog is nearest. Our dogs go mad on the lead and we do our best to pull them on up the hill. The labrador stays with us barking his head off. The spaniel launches himself at us another six or seven times until eventually we pass it’s house. The whole episode lasts about four minutes. Only once in the eight years have I seen its owners. On that occasion they were in their driveway and when the dogs attacked they went indoors, without a word and more importantly without their dogs!
So if we’ve been putting up with this for years why am I writing this post boiling, you may ask? Well today we walked as usual. For the first time ever another friend came bringing with her, her beautiful, king charles spaniel, aptly named ‘Lady’. As we approached the dogs we saw two neighbours chatting. We warned our friend that her dog might be in danger so she decided to carry her. We picked up our sticks and walked on. Predictably the dogs attacked, this time joined by one of the neighbours retrievers. We dragged our dogs along as the other dogs barked, snarled and tried to bite ours. When we were almost clear of their houses and they were still relentlessly attacking, I turned and raised my stick. They stopped and retreated. As I did so one of the observers of the attack said ‘Look at her brazenly lifting that stick to the dog.’
Now am I mad or what? Am I missing something here? Was I a crazy, dog hating, mad women, to dare raise a stick to a dog biting my dog who is on a lead?
This happened almost twelve hours ago. Since then I have two regrets,
- That I didn’t do more than just raise the stick.
- That I didn’t walk back up to Mr Gobshite and stand really, really, really close to him while the dogs were attacking, to ask him what he said?
Now I have written it down I can only say, ‘Feck I feel no less angry’
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