Adventures at the Dog Park (Part 2)

Part 1 was yesterday.  And you all seemed quite appalled at the woman that tried to teach my puppy how to be bulimic.  Only one person commented on how weird it was that I almost got violated at the dog park.  There's a lesson to be learned here:

Choking small cute animals is significantly worse than trying to touch a woman's breast.

However, I don't think that would be a good defense for possibly groping someone in the park.  "Officer, it really wasn't that big of a deal.  At least I didn't choke a kitten."

Anyway... the day after  Part 1 occurred, we went back to the dog park.  Before we got out of the car, we did check to make sure the meth addicts people from the day before weren't there.  They weren't, so we were good to go.

Taylor runs around, playing fetch with tennis ball and Phil while Cotton and I run around (yes Cotton AND I), having a good time.  All of a sudden, two grey pitbulls ran very enthusiastically in our direction, their owner is no where to be found.  The first thing they do is take a big dump right in front of us.  The owner makes no attempt to come pick it up.

That should have been the first clue.

Then one of the pitbulls takes Taylor's ball from her and proceeds to run around, almost taunting her with it.

We scooped up Cotton and lured Taylor away so we could get some distance between us and these dogs.  so we walked away and did more running and chasing, trying out best to make sure Witching Hour is as short as possible.  Taylor runs off towards the water bowl, which happens to be next to the picnic table that everyone is sitting on.

We decided to follow her over there, while I carried Cotton and then we would be going home.  We walked over to towards Taylor and one of the pitbulls charges up to me and starts jumping on me.  Now, my arms are full, so all I have to get the dog away from me are my legs.

Have you ever had a large pitbull charge up to you and jump on you?  It's not exactly a comforting thing.

So I started using my legs to push the dog off of me.

Now the owner perks up.

"NO!!  You have push her off with your hands!" she says to me as she jumps to her feet and comes over to me.  Her dog is still jumping up on me.

"Well my hands are kind of full right now... with my dog," I replied. 

What I should have said was, "Thanks for picking up your dogs $hit."  Or "How about you supervise your damn dogs."  Or maybe "Why don't you keep your dogs from jumping on other people instead of making strangers train your dumb dog."  Although apparently, dog park people do think they should train each other's dogs.  Hence why the people the day before tried to teach my puppy to not bite by choking him.  But I didn't.

After her dog jumped on me a few more times, we decided it was time to go.

I think it is time to find another dog park.  Until then, we have taken to running around the living room to wear Cotton out.  You want a good mental image?  That would be me, running around my living and dining room, maneuvering around my coffee table and dining table while saying, "Come get Momma!" over and over again.

No I will not film that.