Adventures at the Dog Park... AGAIN

Now that Cotton is fully vaccinated (and no one can pester me about Parvo anymore), we decided to take our doggies to the Dog Park.  We've had some interesting trips to the dark park (see HERE and HERE).  And this trip did NOT disappoint.

It started off all innocent and cute.  Cotton was playing with some dogs, which he was VERY excited about if you catch my drift.  But then things must have gotten scary because while he was on his back, his little pink parts went away and he peed all over himself.

He's a puppy genius.

Then, it took a turn for the weird when a seemingly normal thirty-something man walked over to us and decided to show us how cool it was that he could have his giant dog run full speed at us from across the park.

After that he began asking seemingly innocent questions about Cotton.

What kind of dog is he?

How old is he?

Then they turned slightly offensive.

Brittany's are pretty high energy, did you guys have any idea what you were getting yourselves into?

Since Brittany's are a hunting dog, it's basically a travesty to not hunt with them.  Are you going to hunt with him?

Phil then explained that once he finished his degree, he planned on trying to teach him to hunt.

Oh yeah a degree.  I have one of those.  My degree is in Biochemistry.

Like we were supposed to be super impressed by that.

Then we explained that we had done research and we liked a lot of the characteristics Brittany's had.  Such as they are easy to train, excellent family dogs, great around children.  And they have lots of energy.  We wanted a dog with some energy.

Buying a pure-breed is really a stupid thing to do.  Was he expensive?

The problem with pure-breeds is that they are all inbred and therefore quite stupid.

After I tried to explain that Cotton wasn't inbred (we have the lineage papers to prove it) I got...

No.  They are all inbred.  That's how breeding works.  I know these things.  I have a biochemistry degree.

He's not all Brittany anyway.  He must have another breed in there too.  He doesn't look enough like a Brittany.

UGH!!

After he finished bashing Cotton, he turned his sights to Taylor.

Did you realize when you adopted her that you were getting a pit bull?  That's a pretty White Trash thing to adopt.

Have you had any problems with her being violent?

Really?!?!

I don't need to defend Taylor.  She's pretty much the best dog ever.  I told her she is never allowed to die.

He also explained that he bought his dog out of the back of a van for $50.  And his dog was so sick and flea-covered that he had to spend a ton of money getting him healthy again.  But we are White Trash for doing research about our dog and going through a breeder that did this breeding for her own pet?  Ok... I see that logic.

Sadly, I know there are several other things he said that I left out.

Thankfully at this point, the dogs were both VERY tired and we had every excuse to head home.

The dogs had a great time.  We were only extremely offended.

At least I didn't get fondled this time.