You Try and Be Nice...

So I just got back from a nearby dog park. Right now I only have monkey boy, my beagle boxer mix. His sister saddie, another mixed up mutt, wont be back until sunday. Every time I go to the park there are no other dogs to be found, because people would rather escape to their rapture of air conditioning than show their dogs some affection by going to the dog park. Lets just hope they still feed them.

Any way, I call up my next door neighbors, "the boondocks" and ask if I can borrow their dogs, Bear and Briscoe, so Monkey wont be so lonely up at the park.

After fighting these 3 dogs into my wifes' frustratingly cramped truck, they calm down and enjoy the ride... until we get there.

They... draaaaag me into the dog park. Of course no one is there, but thats fine with me, because they have each other and it's not like dogs need to be popular.

They run around, pissin, crappin, chewin up everything in site. You know, being dogs.

About a good 10 minutes has passed, when all of a sudden I see another form of life. Unfortunately it was driving some little subaru SUV piece of sh*t. This pudgey little mexican man squeezes out, he's dressed like he's going to church and has a look of miami queer about him. I immediately dubb him, "tool".

I expect him to bring out some fufu furry shit zu or what have you, instead this monsterous doberman pincher leaps from the back seat, throwing the little gas guzzler into a shockwave effect.

The dogs go nuts, as dogs do upon seeing other dogs. They race toward the gate. I try my best to get them back over to me so that the pincher can come in and isn't accosted by them.

Before I can get Bear(the more unforgiving of the 3) away from the gate, the guy opens it. Bear just flat out attacks his dog. He gets one good bite in there, but doesn't do any serious damage. As the stocky mexican perfoms ballet kicks at Bear, I actually grab both dogs and seperate them.

The guy has now moved out from the pin, letting his pincher piss while waiting for us to leave. F*ck it, we've been here long enough and I hate being the guy at the park who has the abusive dog that just wont leave.

As I'm walking them to the truck, I apologize to the man for Bear. He just stares me down like I purposefully sicked Bear on his precious dog, which he probably abuses nightly. He pulls on his dogs leash and whispers something like, "lets go baby." and continues to stare me down like I don't belong there.

F#CK THAT NOISE!!!

I might as well have kicked his dog in the head, his scowl was that insultive.

I go from embarrassed to a$$hole real quick, I say very loudly, "Bear why couldn't you have castrated that queer while you were at it?"

Hey, I try to be nice. But when smug f*cks like that who belong in their security guarded, high fence protected, subburban prisons come out to my world, you can atleast be curteous in some manner.