We went up the common today to walk the dogs and have a picnic. Took Floyd and two the two dogs Gemsy had today a little Yorkie, P, and a Springer/lab x puppy, Marty. All was lovely, the sun was shining, the dogs were happy, running round, playing with the other dogs they met, we were chatting to the owners, the dogs swam in the pond. Lush.
Not many kids around as schools back but we stayed away from the play area anyway. We know all the dogs are good with kids but it's easier to get their attention when there aren't small people willing to play with toys and food.
So as were walking back to the van, the dogs are running around us and we see an older couple with two kids (probably the grand kids) walking in the same direction but about 100 yards away. The kids were running round shouting so the dogs decided to join in. We called them back, they came. The kids are going "ooooh, puppies" and the dogs went back. We walked over and the little girl is still calling the dogs, were calling the dogs, the dogs have no idea whats going on so opt for "we'll play here". Granddad panics and starts shooing the kids one way and the dogs the other. Marty ran past the little boy (about 4 foot away) and the kid screamed. The girls still trying to get them to play. All of a sudden the grandad's gone "keep your bloody dog on a lead, why can't you control it" Ummmm, we can but the kid's bit is over there, we're in the dog walking bit and if you don't want a dog running past you, don't walk through the middle of a dog walking area you senile miserable old bastard.
Gemsy checked the kid was okay and appologised for Marty frightening him and the bloke just went "Don't say you're sorry" all the damage is done. Yes, by you. Children learn fear, if the kid had seen him and freaked I'd accept that the kid was scared of dogs but he diddn't even react untill granddad butted his ore in.
He's a fucking puppy, it's still learning to come back and unfortunately decided to listen to your grand daughter rather than us as to which way to go. He diddn't bite the kid, lick it, jump on it, run into it or even touch it. It ran past, your sprog screamed and you paniced, probably giving the child a fear of dogs. I've yet to meet a child who immeadiately does as it's told first time. So if you expect the same of a puppy you're a twat.
I really wish that kid had run in front of the van when we were driving out so we could shout at him to keep his bloody kid on a lead.
I wanna move back to country and take the piss out of tourists putting their kids in casualty because they thought the ponies were for riding.
I fucking hate the city.
I supose the only down side to living back in the countryside would be the (albeit small) chance of seeing a scarecrow. There used to be one in a field near me when I was a kid and it really spooked me out, damn Wurzel Gummige. Add the Dr Who episode with the scarecrows and the Supernatural one and I think I would actually physically crap myself if I saw one!
Not many kids around as schools back but we stayed away from the play area anyway. We know all the dogs are good with kids but it's easier to get their attention when there aren't small people willing to play with toys and food.
So as were walking back to the van, the dogs are running around us and we see an older couple with two kids (probably the grand kids) walking in the same direction but about 100 yards away. The kids were running round shouting so the dogs decided to join in. We called them back, they came. The kids are going "ooooh, puppies" and the dogs went back. We walked over and the little girl is still calling the dogs, were calling the dogs, the dogs have no idea whats going on so opt for "we'll play here". Granddad panics and starts shooing the kids one way and the dogs the other. Marty ran past the little boy (about 4 foot away) and the kid screamed. The girls still trying to get them to play. All of a sudden the grandad's gone "keep your bloody dog on a lead, why can't you control it" Ummmm, we can but the kid's bit is over there, we're in the dog walking bit and if you don't want a dog running past you, don't walk through the middle of a dog walking area you senile miserable old bastard.
Gemsy checked the kid was okay and appologised for Marty frightening him and the bloke just went "Don't say you're sorry" all the damage is done. Yes, by you. Children learn fear, if the kid had seen him and freaked I'd accept that the kid was scared of dogs but he diddn't even react untill granddad butted his ore in.
He's a fucking puppy, it's still learning to come back and unfortunately decided to listen to your grand daughter rather than us as to which way to go. He diddn't bite the kid, lick it, jump on it, run into it or even touch it. It ran past, your sprog screamed and you paniced, probably giving the child a fear of dogs. I've yet to meet a child who immeadiately does as it's told first time. So if you expect the same of a puppy you're a twat.
I really wish that kid had run in front of the van when we were driving out so we could shout at him to keep his bloody kid on a lead.
I wanna move back to country and take the piss out of tourists putting their kids in casualty because they thought the ponies were for riding.
I fucking hate the city.
I supose the only down side to living back in the countryside would be the (albeit small) chance of seeing a scarecrow. There used to be one in a field near me when I was a kid and it really spooked me out, damn Wurzel Gummige. Add the Dr Who episode with the scarecrows and the Supernatural one and I think I would actually physically crap myself if I saw one!