by Judi Curry
No one can accuse me of being a “bush” lover, but an incident happened yesterday as I was walking my Golden Retriever that brought back my feelings of fear whenever I heard the word “bush.”
Buddy and I were walking on a grassy street, closing in on Sunset Cliffs when I noticed a gardener standing on the sidewalk, bush trimmer in hand, watching us with a wild look in his eye. We were probably 2-3 houses from him, and 3-4 houses from the Cliffs. Wouldn’t you know that Buddy decided to leave his deposit right in front of the house where the wild man stood.
I quickly got out my plastic bag and scooped up Buddy’s leavings, as the gardener came closer to me, trimmer in hand and a wild sneer on his face. He moved over to the other side of the grass and held up the trimmer as if he was going to do a little trimming on Buddy and/or me. He said, “you may love your dog but I love my lawn even more.” What the hell did that mean?
I walked past the gardener, quickly, and wondered if the world had gone a little bit crazier. This was Ocean Beach! A place where most people have at least one dog, maybe more. If he was trying to scare me he was successful. I fully expected him to start the bush trimmer and go after us. Buddy, usually very friendly, walked as fast as I did to pass the man. Is this a new tactic? Gardener’s going after dog walkers? He looked so menacing I immediately wondered just what he was capable of doing if truly challenged.
What has happened to the friendliness of Ocean Beach since I moved here in 1966? Do we have to fear our neighbors – or, in this case – the workers that come into our neighborhood? How sad life is becoming in a world that has more than its share of
grief when walking ones dog can be a threat.