One step towards Barbara’s white furrball and Buster smelled lunch! His attack was fast and furious. Barbara’s counteroffensive was faster and more furious. I’ll leave the gory details to your imagination.
October 24, 2017 8:10 pm
Written by CarmelDogTales
Chapter 11: Welcome to the Dark Side
I’m talking about the homo-sapiens side where the nose knows very little. Forget what your pooch has already sniffed out. This is about you.
We have all experienced it. You’re walking with your pooch and someone comes up and says “Oh, isn’t she/he cute.” He/she bends down to pet your he/she and adds, “Does he/she bite?”
I am always perplexed by that question. For the only reasonable answer is “Depends. If sufficiently provoked, she certainly might want to rip your heart out. As would I.”
Any human, sufficiently provoked, will bite, or do whatever is necessary to protect ourselves and our loved ones, most especially the furry family at our side. That survival instinct is there in all of us. Some keep it buried better than others. But we don’t have to become our dog to tap into that primordial animal lurking inside.
I will not speak for you, but what I can say with certainty, is that the older I get, the more I find that primitive beast coming to the fore. Or maybe the older I get, the more I’m becoming unapologetically ornery.
Not without cause. Wasn’t too long ago, my wife was walking with Mr. Winston, her Bichon/Poodle mix, in a park where a man was walking with a slightly bigger dog of uncertain heritage. Barbara was skeptical, and gave them a wide berth. The man said, “Oh, it’s okay, Buster’s friendly.”
Need I finish the story?
The man let Buster off leash. One step towards Barbara’s white furrball and Buster smelled lunch! His attack was fast and furious. Barbara’s counteroffensive was faster and more furious. I’ll leave the gory details to your imagination.
So, back to the question. “Does your dog bite?”
The older I get, the more I’m inclined to echo my wife: “No. But I do.”