Dog people are the kind who jog for fun. Their idea of relaxation involves working up a sweat.
Cat people like company but when asked for something are likely to say, "What am I, the maid?" Although they like your company they are autonomous and expect you to be the same (the exception may be those who have cats or dogs who get treated like infants - they have their own category)
The ones we all need to learn from are those with no pets!
The incident:
The kids were next door at the pool people's house. The pool people have two dogs, a lab and a pit bull/new mom. Jean asked if it was okay to bring our rottweiler and spaniel over, too. The pit bull was upstairs with the babies. She currently questions why she thought that was anywhere near a good idea. I think she pictured the dog park and dogs frolicking together in perfect harmony.
The male unit went into the house and brought down the pit bull who, when she got to Laska, picked Laska up in her mouth by the shoulder and shook her pretty violently. Laska was screaming as much as a dog can scream. I heard all of this and realized it wasn't in our yard so ignored it. Didn't know everyone was next door.
Jean ran over and demanded that the pit bull drop Laska (she is very good with dogs and disarmingly calm in a crisis). She put her hand in the dog's mouth to indicate this and the dog dropped Laska. Upshot is that we didn't know it for a few hours, but Laska had a gash in her shoulder and $1000 dollars later is good as new. Older and wiser for the experience, and, like me, a lot less trusting than she used to be. Such are the realities of survival.
Luckily my life moves so slowly that anything new is documented and blogged while it is still fresh. The corn is growing while we speak so a new installment is just around the corner.
And for those who followed the last one (see Mother's Day Madness), FYI Phoebe and I have another scathingly brilliant idea. Watch this space for an update (likely in July)
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