Dear residents of my street,
Our town has ordinances in place that require you to leash and to clean up after your dog. That means you, woman with the evil Shih Tzu, can't let your dog crap all over the well-manicured lawn of that doctor's office, even though you earn brownie points for being the only person on this street (other than me) who leashes her dog. That also means the rest of you need to hit up a pet store and invest in a leash, stat. Especially you, man with the dog-aggressive Labradoodle. I don't know who in their right mind would walk even the most well-behaved dog down our busy street without a leash. Your dog, who decided to run into my yard and tried to attack my LEASHED puppy, and who ignored your pathetic recall pleas, is in dire need of said leash. Thank the deity in which I don't believe that my pup was still small enough to pick up. Next time this happens, and I'm assuming it will because you're obviously an irresponsible moron, the police will be called. Oh, and here's a clue: when your vicious dog refuses to listen to you and is trying to attack a small puppy and its owner, THAT would be the time to leave the sidewalk and physically retrieve your dog. Don't fucking stand there yelling for your dog when it's obviously not paying attention to you. God, I love this neighborhood, but I HATE the fucking tools that live here.
No love for any of you,
J.
P.S. If you're going to leash your dog on a Flexi-leash, PLEASE learn how to use it properly. There are stops and locks on those leashes for a reason -- use them.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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