Archive for the Dog Park Drama Category

No, He’s Not A Luckdragon

Posted in Dog Park Drama, Dog Rescue, WTF? with tags , on September 13, 2009 by JustJennyRebecca

What ever happened to “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all”? I’m not talking about blogging or tweeting or anything like that, but in the real face to face world what makes random people say nasty things for no apparent reason? I understand misguided humor and people that think they are being funny. Hell, I probably think I’m a lot funnier than I actually am, but I also don’t walk up to complete strangers and insult them. Wait… Yeah, no, I’ve never done that. Without provocation. Or booze.

This morning we took Effie and Ero to the dog park. The  early morning weather is fantastic now so the park is packed with the usual suspects and a lot of fresh faces, both canine and human, which I love! I bore easily. It’s a character flaw. Anyway, a woman that’s been coming to the park longer than we have approached me because one of her dogs was drinking out of our cooler. There are a few people at this park that don’t like to share their water and you never know who they are until you hear them yelling at your dog. I am not one of the stingy water hoarders. I like dogs more than people so we bring a big cooler.

The woman, whom I’ve seen many times because Effie used to play with her dogs, noticed Ero, went to pet him and called him a “funny little mutt thing”. I told her his name and Miss Rude said “Oh, he’s YOURS? What is he?” I told her his breed, but he’s a rescue so it’s really just a lot of guessing unless I do a DNA test. Miss Rude proceeded to point out all of his flaws. Thank you. I’m actually aware of his supposed “flaws” and don’t consider them as such because he’s a dog not a beauty pageant contestant, I chose him and we love him dearly.

This is where I started to take it a little personal. I had been over it; Miss Rude went to hob-knob with one of the cliques and all was good. We walked around the perimeter for a bit and sat on a bench so Effie and Ero could rest. The next thing I know Miss Rude is headed our way again, with some other chick, and says “You should’ve named him Doofus. That’s what he looks like. A doofus.” And then she turns to the other chick and says, “See, doesn’t he look weird? Doofus fits better.” They laugh and walk away.

What possessed this chick to walk across this massive park and point out my apparently stupid looking dog to someone else, I will never know. I just don’t understand people, which is another reason why I like dogs better. But, if you think that was the end of it you would be so very wrong! We walked back to the tree where I had left our cooler. Effie and Ero got their second wind and while they were playing Miss Rude came over AGAIN, WITH MORE PEOPLE IN TOW, and said to them, “See, doesn’t he look like the dog in ‘The Neverending Story’? I think his name should be ‘Doofus’. Doesn’t that fit him?”

Ero - The "Fugly and Flawed" Dog

Ero - The "Fugly and Flawed" Dog

Falkor the Luckdragon who actually *is* kinda fugly. And also imaginary.

Falkor the Luckdragon who actually *is* kinda fugly. And also imaginary.

Sweet Baby Jesus Mother Mary I’m going to kick your irritating ass.

I know he’s just a dog and not my actual child but she basically told me, and apparently the rest of the park, that Ero is the fugliest dog she’s ever seen. And she didn’t just tell everyone, she had to show them as well. I try really hard to like people. I make an effort every single day not to smack people in the face because they are mostly irritating. And more stupid than they should be. But I never, ever say it to their faces. That’s how classy I am.

Charmed, I’m sure….

Posted in Dog Park Drama, Elphaba the Wicked of Oz, Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier on June 21, 2009 by JustJennyRebecca

You can add a charm to anything. Bracelets are common, but people add charms to their purses, cell phones, belly buttons, even teeny tiny charms can dangle from your acrylic nails. The one thing they all have in common is that they represent the wearer. For instance, I have a bracelet with a tiny pink pig charm, because I collect pigs. The same bracelet also has, among others, a heart with my daughter’s name on it and a tiny replica of the Mackinac Bridge that I bought when my mother, my daughter and I visited Mackinac Island a few years ago. Each of these charms mean something to me, and could probably be used to describe me or my personality if it were found years from now.

More recently, charms have made their way onto dog collars. These charms are the owner/parents way of projecting themselves, their own human personality, onto the pooch. It’s safe to say that the Chinese Crested proudly sporting a diamond crown is considered to be a princess by her “mom”. And the English Bulldog wearing the skull and crossbones charm is looked upon as one bad-ass pooch in his family. 

But here’s the thing, these dogs didn’t hop in the car, saunter in to the Bark Boutique and select these charms on their own. Nope, I assure you their owner/parents did, because we like to project ourselves onto our furry friends and we typically choose animals that say something about us, so of course what they wear on their collar would also reflect us – the human, right? So imagine my surprise when an adorable woman at the dog park, after running her hands through Effie’s fabulously irresistible shaggy hair, saw the Star of David charm on her collar and said with a straight face, “Oh my gosh, is your dog Jewish?”

Yes, my dog is a Jew. I’m currently planning Elphaba’s Bark Mitzvah. She’s 18 months right now, so with the whole dog year conversion thing it looks like I only have about 6 weeks to plan this massive soiree. Josh Groban will be performing, per Effie’s request. I just need to find a kosher/gluten & grain free/soy free/corn free caterer. 

Uhhhhhhh, she’s a dog. She licks herself. She drinks out of the toilet and chases bees until they sting her in the mouth. I don’t think she has a religious preference.