So….Buddy and I are walking south on Sunset Cliffs on the east side of the road when we are met by three dogs and their owner, unleashed, that looked as close to being wolves as coyotes look like large dogs.
Wait a minute. That’s unfair. Only two of the dogs looked like wolves. The third dog, a teeny weenie one was on a leash. It was the other two that were not.
Now Buddy is not a small dog by any measure. He is a Golden Retriever that weighs in at 107 pounds. But if the truth be known, he is a “pussy cat” in disguise. (Although he doesn’t like cats, raccoons, skunks or squirrels, he does like other dogs – for a short time – and seldom, if ever, growls at them.) Except for today.
As we came up to Granger on Sunset Cliffs, this man and his three animals came around the corner, startling both Buddy and I. The man pulled his dogs over to the grass along the sidewalk, and kept saying, “Sit”! “Sit”! “Sit”! Well, you know who sat. Not the two wolf-looking dogs, but the teeny weenie one. I had pulled Buddy over as close to the wall of the house as he could get, but I watched his hackles rise. (To say nothing of my hackles!) I could feel the vibration in Buddy’s throat from the leash; I could hear the beginning of a growl. Fortunately, Buddy is well trained – thank you Lee Wells – and he knows that when I say “good dog” he usually gets a treat, and in this case, the treat was better than the threat.
But take the situation a bit further. IF either of those wolf-looking dogs got out of control, their “master” could not have controlled them. After all, he had three dogs and no real control over the bigger ones. There is no way I could control Buddy, as good as his training may be, because of his strength and his need to defend himself. It could have been a real fiasco.
Why do people think that laws are not made for them? What gives this man the right to walk three dogs in the first place with only one on a leash? What would have happened if Buddy were not as complacent as he is and he went after the unleashed dogs? That could happen if he felt threatened.
There are dog parks in the neighborhood where his wolf-like dogs can roam free without a leash. Two miles from where our incident took place is Dog Beach and the Dog Park. There is Fiesta Island where his dogs could enjoy the water as well as running around. For goodness sake, why put any of us in jeopardy of a dog fight? We all have seen dog fights where both dogs are on a leash. Why ask for more trouble?
This walk was a particularly interesting one anyway. Buddy and I passed – or they passed us – joggers, skate boarders, bike riders, dog walkers and just plain people out for a stroll. I have never seen so many people in such a short time. Everyone was friendly; Buddy always moves to the far side of the sidewalk so others can pass us. People thanked us for our courtesy. You know what? I want that same courtesy from those idiots that think that the law doesn’t pertain to them. I don’t want to be fearful that when I walk my dog he might be involved in a dog-fight. So Mister – whom ever you are – take those wolf-dogs to a trainer; buy yourself two more leashes; and train those animals. I think you need some training too!
Please see this comment, left yesterday, that details a sad incident at Dog Beach.