Terrier seeks ideas on avoiding being dinner
They’ve got Mom scared half to death, but me not so much. I’m willing to put up a fight, but Mom says I wouldn’t have a chance in the world.
They’re the big dogs on the greenway, the not nice ones. We see them coming. Some turn out to be nice guys, like those golden retrievers. The scary ones have that look of a pit bull or Rottweiler, and when they get close, they start lunging for me, sometimes growling, sometimes barking, sometimes just ominously silently pulling towards me like I’m lunch. The thing is, the owners of these guys don’t have a good grip on them, they’re pulling hard and the owners are having a hard time holding them back.
Mom picks me up so if they go for me, they’ll have to go through her.
They want me, that’s clear, so I’ll growl at them, even from Mom’s arms. But the thing is, I weigh six-and-a-half pounds. I like to think I’m tough, but I’m really not a threat, you know?
One little woman stops and holds her German shepherd behind her so he can’t see me because, she says, he doesn’t like dogs. Gee, should he be out here with all us dogs if that’s the way he feels? For sure, she couldn’t hold him back if he saw me!
So Mom says, “Do all dogs have a right to be on the greenway, even the bad ones?” She actually asks herself that. And she says to me, “You know, we don’t allow bad people to be out among people, we arrest them.”
So wonder what to do? In an hour’s walk, Mom and I will have no less than three, as many as five such scary encounters.
Kind of takes the fun out of the greenway, you know? Anybody got any ideas? Like before one of them gets me or her?
Thanks for your ideas,
Joey the Yorkshire terrier
Dog of Molly Stanley
209 Maryville Towers
Maryville, TN 37801