Vampires and Breed Discrimination

11 10 2011

On this particular Tuesday, I was enjoying my morning walk with the dogs like I usually do. Having what some people may call “aggressive” breeds I make sure to take the extra steps with understanding and training them. I spend hours every day exercising, disciplining, and teaching them proper behaviors. You’ll find many books from Dog Psychology to Breed Specific literature on my bookshelves because I know the important key is for me to be properly trained if I am to have well behaved dogs.

As we walked on the sidewalk back in the direction to my house we passed people jogging, walking their own dogs, and riding bikes. Nothing out of the ordinary. I’m used to around 50% of the people out and about to be nervous when they see me approaching them with a German Shepard on one side and a Pit Bull on the other. After all, they have no idea what I’m teaching these animals and how they’ve been raised. They just know what they’ve heard through the grapevine and through biased media reports.

I don’t get offended… when the lady jumps up on a cement wall and lets out a screech as we approach her. The leashes are short, each with a little less than an arms reach worth of give which is supposed to ensure people that I have these dogs under control. That and the fact that they are walking beside me paying that lady no mind at all. I observe this lady’s crazy behavior and chuckle as we walk on by.

I don’t get offended… when people rush to pick up their small Maltese or Jack  Russell terrier while they ferociously bark at us as we pass by. (And my quiet,  calm-assertive dogs are supposed to be the big bad aggressors). Sure, they’re judging a book by its cover but that’s their prerogative. We always continue on our merry way.

Breed discrimination is out there. Human ignorance is out there too. Which leads me to discuss what does get under my skin. We all have our boiling points.

Today mine was an overweight, middle-aged man wearing a fluorescent yellow shirt riding a mountain bike down the road in the early morning hours. I don’t know how long he had been behind us as we were walking down the sidewalk. I didn’t hear him even approach us until he rode past on the street parallel to where we were walking. He turned his head and called out to me, “Hey!”

Focused on our path ahead, I snapped out of my concentration to politely give this stalker the time of day.

He then proceeded with, “If either of those dogs bite me, I’ll sue you.”

I looked around to see who he was threatening like that, out of the blue, with no good rhyme or reason. It turned out he was talking to me. My Pit Bull looked up at me and if she could talk I bet she would’ve said, “You want me to chase him, mom. Give him a little scare? Come on, it’ll be fun!”

I have never seen nor encountered this man before in my life. Neither have any of my dogs. They never barked at him, growled, lunged, or even glanced in his direction before he made himself known with his stupid comment. It was so out of the blue and non-deserving but for some reason, his retarded ass needed to be heard.

“That’s nice, but my dog’s aren’t the ones you should be concerned with about biting you,” I responded to the strange fat man. 

He looked at me with a scowl on his face and I smiled back at him. In an instant my teeth turned to vampire fangs and I flew at him with my super-speedy vampire skills piercing the flesh on his neck. His screams drowned out by the dog’s barking and when I was through feeding, which was a good minute due to his weight issues, I left his limp body on the side of the road next to his bike.

Moral of the story… Don’t judge a book by its cover. You never know who’s a vampire!

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