#3 - I'm Just Walkin' My Dog

Singin' my song
Strollin' along

It was nice outside today! So nice in fact, that when my sister asked if I would take Rusty to the dog park for a "Quick ten minute run!" after dropping Caleb off at school I agreed, and hardly complained about it at all. This was a big mistake. Big. Huge.

Because, aside from dog shit, the two most common things to find in a dog park are as follows: 1) Dogs, and 2)Cheery, talkative, dog-owning strangers who feel a connection to you, just because you both happen to own the most common housepet in North America. And there are few things I dislike more than strange dogs and people I don't know trying to talk to me.

These people kept asking me questions. What's his name? What kind of dog is he? How old? What do you feed him? Is he good with the baby? How long have you had him? And I try to be polite, and answer as best I can (even though I have no idea what he gets fed, or how old he is, or what kind of dog he is), but the whole time I am screaming inside my head "I AM NOT ONE OF YOU! I DO NOT BELONG TO THIS WEIRD, FRIENDLY CANINE CULT! WILL YOU PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE SO I CAN LISTEN TO MY NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW PODCAST IN PEACE!"

But I never said it out loud. So they just kept on talking. Most of the time, while all this is happening, thier dog is smelling my ass.

Ick. Ick. Ick. I am never going back.

In other news: My mood picked up considerably later in the day when Caleb almost started a brawl with two kids twice his size in Adventure Zone. I literally had to hold him back while he screamed things like: "I can't control myself!" and "They're gonna get a knuckle sandwich, HARDCORE!"

I realize that this could've ended really badly, but since it didn't it is hilarious. I bet he could've taken them too, despite the size difference. The kid is scrappy.