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A few days ago at off leash in the park a woman came up to me and started yelling at me that I had her ball. This glo-in-the-dark chuckit ball of Stella's I had been throwing for all the doodles to chase (I seem to be the only one in the doodle crew who consistently brings toys for the dogs to play with) and one of the dogs had just dropped it at my feet, so I picked it up and was about to throw it again. I argued with the woman for about 20 seconds and she just got nastier and nastier, so then I just gave her the ball... as she walked off, I realized Lun, one of the labradoodles, was still running around with another glo-in-the-dark ball in her mouth... so I called to the woman, I held up the ball to show her it was the same as hers an honest mistake that I picked hers up and she just turned away and kept going, so I should have bit my tongue but I said, You know you don't have to be nasty


This morning I got out there late and the cops were already circling, all Stella's buddies had already left, so I took Stella across the meadow to a less muddy spot out of view of the cops and let her off leash to chase a few ball tosses. Then, as we were heading out to the Farmers Market, that same glo-ball woman accosted me again, started in on me about how she could not understand my behavior over her ball a few days before and what was wrong with me, why would she accuse me of having her ball if I didn't in fact have her ball... oh man. Lady let it go.

Then we headed out through the far tunnel where a homeless man was all curled up trying to stay warm... he was smoking a cigarette. He's not usually there. I was a little spooked... the way you are when suddenly you see someone in the shadows.  There is another homeless man that lives in the other tunnel, he sleeps on the bench at the end that gets the sun first in the morning. 


Its been flurrying today on and off, I got turkey necks and cinnamon rolls and apply muffins and coffee cake at the Farmers Market in the flurrying.

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ripnpaws
Feb. 11th, 2012 09:26 pm (UTC)
Then, as we were heading out to the Farmers Market, that same glo-ball woman accosted me again, started in on me about how she could not understand my behavior over her ball a few days before and what was wrong with me, why would she accuse me of having her ball if I didn't in fact have her ball... oh man. Lady let it go.
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Yikes. Some people have serious issues.
dinahprincedaly
Feb. 11th, 2012 11:05 pm (UTC)
some of the people out there are more animalistic about the toys than their dogs...
nosemovie
Feb. 12th, 2012 04:34 am (UTC)
Cause a ball like that costs... ummm, $2.50? $3...
I'm vindictive -- I would probably buy a box of them and hand them to her next time I saw her. Not say ANYTHING, just hand them over.

I suck that way.
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