
The other day after work I strapped my 23lb baby Dylan onto my chest and took
both of my dogs out for a walk like I always have to do. It’s a daily challenge and it can be annoying and complicated, but it’s my only option. So as I was bending down to pick up my dog’s crap mid-walk,
a neighbor dog (who is never on a leash) charged at us almost knocking Dylan
and I to the ground. Dylan began to cry. “Sit!” I commanded as I stood up and tried
to gain back control. My neighbor was instantly annoyed and barked, “Excuse me?” “I wasn’t talking to you.” I said as I attempted to
pull my dogs away by their leashes. “Oh, well then excuse ME.” “Yeah, well how about you do us all a favor and put your dog on a leash!” I snapped.
He then grabbed his dog by the collar, gave me the dirtiest look known to man and waddled away. And though I didn’t completely lose my shit (thank God he didn't respond!), it’s going to be extremely awkward the next time I have a run-in with that neighbor. Unless, of course, his dog is leashed.
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