Did you ever have a bizzarre, curious, odd encounter with someone?
Even if it didn't materialize later on in anything?
But you were thinking for a moment.....i could, i should, why not, what if?
One turn and life changes.
One collar and your dog is free.....:-)
The Petco guy told me. “This new collar is great”.
See, I was in need of a new collar for my mix breed half beagle-half boxer 5 years old dog that still believes is a puppy of 6 months.
Fact is he is strong like a mastino and a Doberman put together.
My arms have a nice workout anytime I walk him, believe me. He chases anything that moves: leaves, plastic bags, papers, and particularly rabbits, other dogs, ducks, raccoons, birds, frogs (yes, we have a mini zoo here).
He aggressively points also to big, tall men dressed in black. Don’t ask me why. If the big, tall man dressed in black is a black guy my dog goes nuts.
Once I said to my friends in disbelief: “I have a racist dog. How did we get together?”.
I think somebody big, tall and dressed in black hurt him when he was a puppy. They found him abandoned in a parking lot, scarred and trembling. So i stick with this story.
Well, back to my brand new collar.
Truth is, I think I have to patent it as the most powerful dating weapon ever.
Ladies, have a dog? Buy this collar.
I mean, since I bought it I ended up knees down on the grass with a complete stranger, 3 times already!
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No kidding.
First I have to explain you that Ro, my dog, like any other dog, one second is leisurely strolling at my side, sniffing politely without pulling, letting me admire the stars and the moon, one nanosecond later makes me find myself strapped at his leash behind his butt trying to pull him away from a rabbit tail, a suspicious bush, a lazy dove on the sidewalk, or another dog’s butt.
Or... a man’s legs.
Yep, first time I noticed his new collar peculiarity has been when my beloved dog smelled this small, cute black and grey Schweitzer that goes with the name of Caesar and liked him a lot.
We met him underneath my balcony.....it happened in a split second....Ro and Caesar started to dance around each other. And...around me and Caesar’s owner, let’s call him Fred.
I was pulling my dog and he was pulling his dog. Then we understood they were not attacking each other’s jugular but were just exchanging very enthusiastic greetings. Problem was at that point me and Fred‘s legs were already wrapped up by their leashes.
And that’s when the magic of the new collar manifested.
The collar simply slipped off Ro’s neck.
He suddenly found himself free and I got only the empty end of the leash. Caesar realized my dog sudden superiority of movements and went ballistic, barking like crazy. Luckily my dog is a faithful one.
I called him twice, he finished his happy, wild run around us and went back close to me. Now I had to put back the collar. Fred picked up Caesar so he wouldn’t be on our way and also held Ro while I was putting the collar on. We parted still laughing about the episode.
Second night: here it comes, trotting from the distance, Caesar that sees Ro and starts pulling Fred toward us. Fred apparently wants to come in my way because, come on, a 6 feet tall guy should be able to hold a small Schweitzer, right? Anyway, as soon as they are close the wondrous collar snaps again. And the same scene above repeats.
This time Fred and I start talking about the necessity to buy a better leash, maybe a metal one that chokes the dog without harming him, and stuff like that. Ro runs again, Caesar barks like a Chihuahua in heat, Fred holds Ro and I put the collar back. We part again, saying “To the next time then”.
Hey, do we have already an evening tradition here?
I said to myself: if I were deliberately looking for a man what better way to find one? Actually, I might put some Vaseline around Ro’s collar, I might buy a bigger, larger leash similar to this one to enhance the chance of Ro running free again......
Too bad I am not in this mind set.
Walking the dog will continue to be strict business.
But would you believe if I say last night the collar snapped off for the THIRD time?
Now, the oddity is that every day I walk Ro 3 times, not always at the same hours so we meet different dogs and people but, even though Ro goes after some other dog’s butt, this damn collar snaps only with Caesar.
Or is it because of Fred?
Is Ro trying to tell me something?
Is he acting as matchmaker since he likes Caesar so much?
Is Ro gay, since Caesar is male?
Is Fred a better owner than me?
Is Ro still missing his old owner’s strong hold, meaning my ex?
Questions, questions....
Well, as I said, last night me and Fred got tangled again.
Said so, sound soooo sexy....lol....
The leashes were again around our legs, with me jumping out of the way of Caesar’s leash, Fred was laughing, and I was, again, bending down on my knees with my hands touching his hands while he was stroking Ro’s neck and complimenting him for his nice structure.
I think Fred is starting to notice this pattern too.
Hope he doesn’t think I am deliberately making it up to have his phone number and tangling up with him in his sheets.....lol..
Now: what should I do?
Should I keep using this collar knowing it will slip again next time we will meet them?
Should I cut down the oddity and buy a new collar?
Should I invite Fred to Petco with me?
Should I simply change route and go for another walk route?
Oh, life throws you always these golden occasions when you don’t know what do to with them.
Better, do you know a good collar brand?
