Lately I feel like I could write a story of an off-leash dog that we’ve encountered every week.
Here’s the latest:
The end of last week Delilah (why the eff is it always Delilah?) and I were walking. Delilah (as she always is) had her nose glued to the ground, while I on the other hand was scanning the horizon and watching for obstacles (like I always am) that might need maneuvering around. Which is how I spotted the situation.
I saw a woman walking from one yard to another with a leash in her hand.
Ut oh, that’s a loose dog I said to myself and slowed my pace. I watched the woman go back into the other yard, still with an empty leash.
I had seen this woman before and I knew she had a new puppy, because I had commented to her on how well her puppy had stayed with her. She shared the puppy was new, still young and a hadn’t yet begun exploring.
Well two weeks later THAT situation had changed.
Delilah and I approached the yard on the opposite side of the street and as we did so, guess who decided to to come out from hiding in the bushes?
The puppy. It was a puppy!! A. PUPPY! Squeee I love puppies, BUT I’m not sure if Delilah does or not.
So the puppy starts coming towards the edge of the lawn, close to the street and here we are on the opposite side. The woman, leash still in hand is closing in on the puppy. I don’t know what if any commands this puppy knows, but I do my best and say, “Sit Puppy, SIT.”
Of course the puppy bounds out into the street as the woman looks on in horror. Thankfully there were no cars coming. I can’t even bear to think of it. I don’t want to run, because I know full well the puppy will follow us, so I loosen my grip on the leash and start telling Delilah, “easy, be nice, etc.”
The puppy runs over, play bows in front of Delilah and jumps up and pops her right in the face with her paws.
I am so proud of Delilah, she does get the hair on her back up, BUT she never growled or snapped at the puppy. They did some nose sniffing and by this time the woman had made it across the street and secured her puppy.
She told me she was trying to get the dog to poop and the dog didn’t like pooping while on leash and she thought the dog would stay close with her. Thankfully it turned out fine, no dogs were hurt or scared and Delilah did amazing!! I however, think I earned a few more gray hairs.
I thought for sure she would have learned a lesson that night.
I thought wrong.
Last night the same thing happened, the puppy ran strait across the street when she saw Delilah. This time I was prepared and knew that Delilah would handle the situation well, so I relaxed my leash and after a few quick seconds, Roxy (as I found out the puppy’s name is) ran over to me and I reached down and grabbed hold of her collar. The woman thanked me and I heard her telling Roxy, “bad puppy.”
The husband on the other hand was standing in the yard all authoritative and yelled, “Enough. Roxy Come.”
‘Cause that will work. Honestly what do you expect from a 12 week old puppy?
Where have I been?
I wanted to let you all know that the reason I haven’t been around visiting like I normally do is I’ve been working once again on my book. I really want to try and get it finished this year….and it’s been calling me, so I’ve been listening. I do still read, but I don’t always comment.
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