As some of you may know, my days are made bearable by my bringing my furry, 4-legged and ever-so-sweet canine daughter Whimsy to her daily (firm commitment--I tell casting directors I have a conflict if they try to bring me in during the appointed time slot) play date with her friends Riley Rooney (a handsome Irish Setter) and Peaches (a zaftig Anatolian Shepherd). We all meet at place nicknamed The Dunes, a relatively-wild and unspoiled patch of land running a course about 1 1/2 miles long above the shoreline of El Segundo. The dogs love it, and it passes as exercise for the owners, so its a win-win for all...
Today a ton of dogs were there with us, all having a ball and behaving well, when a middle-aged man came along walking far ahead of a very young puppy--a 2-month old version of Peaches, actually, albeit male--and paying very little attention to the safety and welfare of this little dog. Of course, this new (and puppy-smelling) addition to the pack drew the attention of all the other dogs, who gathered around it sniffing curiously, causing the poor puppy to cower in fear. The man just kept walking. The puppy tried to crawl into the thick underbrush and bushes to escape the inspection of the larger dogs, but the dogs just kept pursuing him. The man kept walking. Finally, in my finest and most-exasperated New York high volume, I shouted "hey, man, how about looking after your dog!!??" while pulling Riley, Peaches, Sammy, Dante and 3 or 4 other adult dogs away from the bushes, trying to give the puppy an escape route. (It should be noted that Whimsy, my girl, did not participate in the puppy-terrorism event...she was a very timid and submissive puppy herself, and she is especially sensitive to dogs who show fear).
The puppy-owning (or at least the puppy-monitoring) moron simply stopped, turned around and stood there, making no effort to retrieve the little guy and assuage his fears. When the puppy (named Fargo) finally saw his chance and made his escape and rushed to his "protector", the man just turned again and started walking, leaving the puppy to trail behind.
Question: what kind of idiot do you have to be to be that insensitive to the plight of any creature,
let alone your "best friend"? And an infant at that?
I know that all kinds of people have children they shouldn't have,
and treat them in ways they shouldn't be treated, but it takes an especially clueless jerk
to be blind to the plight of a puppy. Go home and kick your kids, abuse your wife...
but be nice to your dog, asshole, or I will find you and make your life a living hell.
That's it. Have a nice day. :)
