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Losing my mind.
In today's moment of seeing something from a cartoon happen in real life that doubled as one of the scariest things I can imagine, a woman bellyflopped onto the ground in the park. Specifically, because her two big dogs ran out of her grip when she was trying to hold them back. She'd planted her feet and pulled and they still ran with enough force they pulled their leashes out of her hand, and because she'd been holding them so hard - bellyflop right onto the ground.
At least it was dirt and not bricks.
Seriously. She wasn't a large woman and the two of them taken together probably outweighed her.
They weren't running at me, which is a small favor: they ran towards another, similarly sized dog, barking and yelping the whole time, jumping all over each other, jumping all over the dog's owner, and I could see their teeth from a decent distance. The second woman kept trying to get her animal to obey, and it wouldn't; the first woman finally got to her feet and got to the scene; I remembered I was on a bike and went way out of my way to go around them to go past them. I glanced behind, and the women had gotten the dogs to stop barking but not jumping, and they were still getting their mouths onto each other. The women weren't happy with each other, either. I didn't see blood, but I heard some terrifying, horrible sounds coming from all the animals. Humans and dogs alike.
I felt no guilt whatsoever feeding the pigeons a little bit later, none at all. There's no pigeon that can get to that level of violence and bodily harm. Not even potentially. Not even a large dog's weight in pigeons. Thinking about it hours later still has me trembling.
No, I don't give a shit if your dog is nice, no, I don't want to hear your dog's friendly, no, this isn't the space for that right now. I don't care what your dog is like. When rules are made to keep dogs on leashes, this is why.
At least it was dirt and not bricks.
Seriously. She wasn't a large woman and the two of them taken together probably outweighed her.
They weren't running at me, which is a small favor: they ran towards another, similarly sized dog, barking and yelping the whole time, jumping all over each other, jumping all over the dog's owner, and I could see their teeth from a decent distance. The second woman kept trying to get her animal to obey, and it wouldn't; the first woman finally got to her feet and got to the scene; I remembered I was on a bike and went way out of my way to go around them to go past them. I glanced behind, and the women had gotten the dogs to stop barking but not jumping, and they were still getting their mouths onto each other. The women weren't happy with each other, either. I didn't see blood, but I heard some terrifying, horrible sounds coming from all the animals. Humans and dogs alike.
I felt no guilt whatsoever feeding the pigeons a little bit later, none at all. There's no pigeon that can get to that level of violence and bodily harm. Not even potentially. Not even a large dog's weight in pigeons. Thinking about it hours later still has me trembling.
No, I don't give a shit if your dog is nice, no, I don't want to hear your dog's friendly, no, this isn't the space for that right now. I don't care what your dog is like. When rules are made to keep dogs on leashes, this is why.
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(I have a dog-aggressive dog, and only walk her with a waist lead on so she can't get a leash out of my hands. but that doesn't help when someone else's dog just rocks up leashless.)
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