This morning, as we were walking towards Murphy Road, we met another woman and her big dog and her big dog was crazy! He was barking and pulling on the leash and leaping around and she was hanging on for dear life and trying to say in her best calm, authoritative voice, “No. Sit. Sit. Down.” and then yelling, “My god, I am so sorry” over at me.
Mrs. Wigglebottom walked right by the scene as if we were walking by a mailbox.
No! I know!
I felt so bad for that woman, because here I am with the world’s worst dog about passing other dogs and this poor woman is struggling in that old familiar way and Mrs. Wigglebottom is all like “Yeah, I notice you, but we’re on a walk. So, whatever.”
She never does that.
So, I shouted back. “Don’t worry. I’ve been in your place many mornings. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. If you don’t take them out and make them learn how to do it, they won’t ever get better.”
As if I believe that. Please.
I have no idea why Mrs. Wigglebottom picked today of all days to finally get that I don’t want her barking and lunging at other dogs when we walk by.
I guess it’s just my fine training.
All four years worth of it.