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bzarcherSo, on my way home, I stopped to get mail. One of my neighbors was there, walking her dog, a fairly cute little one who looked a mix of a pug and a rottweiler by colour. Small dog. Not threatening at all.
The leash broke on her, and the dog came over to me. Not threatening or anything. She just came over, didn't even bark. Tried to climb my leg a bit to get attention, and I settled her down with some scritches behind the ears.
The owner comes over, totaly apologetic, and I calm her down, saying that it's not a problem, no worries, it's just fine, and I generally just tried to relax her. She looked almost ready to cry.
"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was so worried that you'd be upset that she attacked you!"
I just smiled and sent her on her way. But really...that's not an attack. That's, like, a friendly dog.
Attack? What attack?
The leash broke on her, and the dog came over to me. Not threatening or anything. She just came over, didn't even bark. Tried to climb my leg a bit to get attention, and I settled her down with some scritches behind the ears.
The owner comes over, totaly apologetic, and I calm her down, saying that it's not a problem, no worries, it's just fine, and I generally just tried to relax her. She looked almost ready to cry.
"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was so worried that you'd be upset that she attacked you!"
I just smiled and sent her on her way. But really...that's not an attack. That's, like, a friendly dog.
Attack? What attack?
