Stranger Danger for Puppers
Yesterday my Dad and I decided to get some chinese take-away near our home. We drove up with our soon-to-be 7 month old Chow, Mochi, to the place as there is this perfect area to practice Heel and Short-leash in a noisy and highly distracting park area. This is like advance training that I wanted to test out on Mochi to see if he will remember his training in this area.
So I walk out to the park while my Dad went to the take-away, as soon as I crossed the road over the park, this overweight middle aged (over 40) white guy limps away from his seat infront of this cafe, making moon eyes at my dog. “Oh look at ‘im, he’s so fluffy, can I pet ‘im? Oh please, I love dogs”
Now, I really need to train Mochi. He goes up to everyone and every dog hoping to make friends and get the world record of the most pets he can get. I need this to stop as he could and has, run out on a road. He might get hit or hurt, maybe the dog is not friendly or the person has severe dog phobia. So I tell the guy that I am very sorry but I need to train my dog, I gave him my reason and tried to walk away but my dog is like 20kg (40 pounds) and he is going no where as there is a big person that is gushing at him.
The guy ignores my wishes and starts lathering Mochi with pets while gushing on and on on about “How fluffy”, He tells me how he understands “You see?”, he has a friend who had such a sweet dog, “but he ran out and got killed by a car, you see?” “It was a terrible terrible accident” “I wanted to walk ‘im so I let ‘im out” “But I didn’t have ‘is leash, you see” “I didn’t kill ‘im” “It was an accident” “terrible terrible”
At that point I am getting warning bells, Mochi had enough of the pets and turned to watch a car drive past, the guy was fingering his collar looking and trying to see past the fluff. and then Mochi veered away and I see the collar slump a little. I lunged forward and grabbed my dog by his butt fluff and the guy backed off, walking behind me. THE FUCKER HAD RELEASED THE FUCKING CLASP ON MOCHI’S GOSH DARN COLLAR!
He walked up behind me and Mochi, sensing my fear, went around, removing my grip, and started nipping at the guy’s heels until he chased the guy off of the sidewalk and then heeled by my side, loose collar, my heart in my throut.
The guy limped off laughing “he likes me, he likes me” and I bent down and reclasped the quick release collar and walked into the park dragging Mochi away.
If I hadn’t been vigorously training Mochi, he might have run across the road where it’s slightly busy and gotten hit....and If he did, I would have killed the guy, I don’t care if I went to jail, that dog is my fucking life, I didn’t spend more than 3 months loving and raising my fluffy land shark, just so some creepy prick can kill my dog and call it a “terrible terrible accident”.
I didn’t tell my Dad about how close that guy got, I didn’t want him to worry or to chase the guy down. I was tempted to call the police but I had no proof or evidence, it would be my word against his...but NEVER AGAIN. If I see that guy again, I’m not going to fucking let him near my baby.
Have a picture of my dog, look at that pose! My little lion!! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡
