Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I had a post for today, a post mother's day post if you will, but after what just happened to me, that one will have to wait.
I've told you before how much I love where I live. The mountains, the ocean, the tight-knit community. But with every silk lining, I guess there comes a black cloud.
And today, I ran smack into one.
I was on my regular walk with my two Labradors, Greta and Peanut. On the way up, toward the crest of a tall hill, there are two gated properties. Two properties. Three dogs. Every time I pass these homes, I veer off the sidewalk and a bit into the street to make a safety zone between my dogs and the other three. I can't go too far into the street because it is a narrow, winding road at the top of a hill and, though visibility is slim, cars still drive at full speed.
The three dogs came up to their gates, as they often do, pushing their snouts through the wrought iron and barking. If my dogs were off leash, we could walk by without a hitch, but on leash, Peanut, my almost 2 y.o. rescue, still has issues when confronted by another dog.
No matter. I've been there, done that. I had the situation under control and we walked by with little more than a yank and a skip.
Until we returned on the way down.
That's when all the dogs went berserk.
There was barking, growling, lurching, twisting. I was in the street, attempting to get some distance but, instead, I got caught up in a tightening snare of leashes, bared teeth and furry muscle.
Just then a woman came out of her home about 100 feet up the hill and said something to me.
"What?" I replied, cupping my hand to my ear trying to block out the dogs, "I can't hear you."
"I saw you hit your dog," she repeated.
Taken aback (I assumed she was going to ask if I needed some help), I responded, "I did NOT hit my dog."
"I saw you," she accused, pointing her finger at me as she further threatened, "and if you do it again I'm going to call the police."
With that she turned around and went out of sight denying me the chance to prove my innocence. To tell her, what anyone who knows me already knows, that I am a HUGE dog lover. That I go above and beyond to take excellent care of my dogs whom I would NEVER abuse.
I didn't get to say any of that.
As soon as I untangled myself and began the descent toward home, my blood started to boil. My heart started to race. My breathing got tight. I began to think of all the things I should have said had I been quicker to the draw.
So I did what any falsely accused person would do...
I screamed back at her at the top of my lungs:
"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!"
"GET A LIFE!"
Okay, maybe not ANY falsely accused person, but THIS falsely accused person.
She PISSED ME OFF!
A bit later, I'm finding it interesting, worthy of some analysis, that I was so enraged by a stranger. I know I didn't hit my dog but I am livid that she doesn't know it, too. This woman walked into her house convinced that I was a dog abuser. She's telling people, as I'm telling you, that she encountered some crazy woman who screamed insults at her from halfway down the block when all she was trying to do was protect a dog.
Well, at least I have my readers, who will hear my truth. There is some vindication in that. And at least now, having let it all out, I won't go back and leave a nasty, turd encrusted note in her mailbox.
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