Not our best walk

Alpo

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So me and Worthless yeller dog go out for a walk. Part of the plan was to go down THIS street, circle the park, then go back up THIS street. But when we're about a block away from the park, we pass this house and these two little dogs come charging out.

If it was just to bark and watch us, we'd have just kept walking. But they looked like they wanted to fight. They did not look like they were big enough to cause damage, but I don't like having unknown aggressive dogs following me, and here come the owner to catch 'em, so we stop.

One is a hound puppy, and it gets caught real easy. T'other'n is what looks kinda like a miniature white Scotch Terrier. And she can't catch it. It keeps circling and barking and snapping, and I'm trying to keep Worthless calm, and not have her kill that damn little feist. We're there about ten minutes, with Worthless getting more and more upset, and me trying to calm her, and the totally no-account owner chasing her damn dog around and around and not getting anything accomplished.

I finally told the woman that I was about ready to knock the hell out of her dog, and she says, "I'm trying to catch it, sir."

I said, "That's why they make fences and leashes", and she says, "The kids let it out". Maybe. But they let it out long before I got there, 'cause it was in the yard when we got to the house.

Finally, since she was having no luck, I poked at it with my cane and said "Get away", and it stopped and went back up in the yard. Then, holding Worthless on a tight leash (had it wrapped around my hand so there was only about six inches of leash, instead of letting her have the entire four feet to move around, like normal), I walked her to the park, sat on a park bench and told her what a good dog she was for about ten minutes.

This has put the kibosh on the original plan, as I did not want to walk past that house again. So we go a different route.

Later we come up on a couple pushing a tandem baby buggy. As they come closer, I said that if they did not mind, she would like to meet the kids, as she loved kids. The mama stopped and petted her and decided she was a friendly dog, so we could do it. There was a girl-kid looked about three, and a boy-kid about one. The girl was fine, but the boy had never had nothing to do with a dog. He was okay, until Worthless reached in and licked him on the face. I guess that big of dog, with that big of mouth, with that many teeth, that close to his face, scared him, and he started crying. His mama tried to calm him down, and she licked him again and the crying turned to screaming. So that didn't work too good neither.

Then, as we make the last turn for home, she decides she wants to go straight while I turn left, so me and she end up stepping in the same spot of road, and she got there first, so I tromped on her foot.

As I say, we've had better walks.
 
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Curious about how your dog got it's name.

I don't name dogs. I wait for them to tell me their name. I got her in mid-June, and for about a month and a half, I'd refer to her as "that nameless yeller dog", 'cause I didn't know her name yet.

But I noticed, that often what started out to just be petting her ended up with me scratching and rubbing and her layin' on her back with her tongue flopping out, and all the while I'm telling her, "You about worthless, ain't you? Yes you is, you is the most worthless damn dog in the whole world, ain't you? Yes you is. You know you're one damn worthless dog."

Then one day she climbed the fence and went exploring. The next day a feller a couple of blocks over got hold of me and told me she was at his house.

So I walked on over there, and as I got close I could hear him saying, "Daddy's coming. Yes he is. I see him. Here comes Daddy."

When I got around his car, so I could see, he and she were on his front porch, and he had a barricade blocking the doorway to the porch. She was standing there, with her head over the barricade, and he says, "See, there's Daddy", and I said, "Worthless, get your hairy butt over here", and she kinda levitated over the barricade and come running up and I snapped the leash on.

And I realized, "Oh. THAT'S what her name is."
 
I've previously owned a pit bull named Knucklehead (folks claimed that I named him after a Harley, but that weren't the reason) and a brindle bulldog of some sort named Trouble. Having a dog named Worthless seems normal, to me, although it seems to bother some folks.
 
Yes, Alpo, you're a fine storyteller.

If you've read any of Patrick McManus's wonderful books you know he claims that when he was a boy his dog was named Strange. I often wish I had thought to name my silly little rat terrier rescue dog Strange, but instead I decided on Moose. Still, he often qualifies as strange. :D

I don't care how bad the walk with Worthless was for you, I expect it was bliss for her. And as for your stepping on her foot, one of the wonderful things about dogs is that they are so forgiving of the humans they love. You know better than I do that that "worthless damn dog" adores you. :)
 
A while back we had a dalmatian. Well, really he had us. His name was Spot. And he had them. Hyper at times, but he and I had a lot of fun. No one ever questioned his name. My wife also has cats. The oldest is kittycat. Then one day I was leaving for work and some feral cats had taken up residence. Maybe because I fed them, who knows. But out from under the mother cat popped up the cutest little kitten I'd ever seen. A little bitty kitty. Her name is bittykitty. That was back in 2002. She came inside the next spring, and I had no idea she was in a famiy way. She had 2 kittens. One had a deformed leg and it stuck out. He name became Peggy, for her peg leg. the other went for a while without a name. So my wife named her Nonnie, for no name.

We believe in simple names for our critters. Simple is good.
 
Had a cow named Hamburger once. Also had a calf named Bandit, his mama died prior to his being weened so he would sneak up on the other mama cows and drink until they figured out he wasn't theirs and would kick him loose. Ate Hamburger, couldn't stand to do it to Bandit so we sold him - I imagine someone else ate him.

And remember, a bad walk with your dog beats a good day at work.
 
Great stuff, everyone!

Reminds me of my first dog, Tasty, named after the pup dog in the "I Go Pogo" cartoon book. My father was a big Walt Kelly fan and our Tasty was always licking people, just like the pup dog in the strip.

After all these decades, I still miss that dog. :o
 
Great story Alpo.
I've always wanted to name one of my dogs "Fugley"
but the wife just won't go for it. :D:D:D
Dogs can be a real pain sometimes. Especially after
i get a 200 dollar Vet bill. But i don't know what i'd
do or how life would be without a dog in the family.
And i'll never find out either.

Chuck
 
I brought home a tiny American Spaniel puppy for my kids as a surprise. I called ahead and told them to be sitting on the front steps. The oldest preteen son was his typical sarcastic self and grumbled . The puppy was so small that I put it in a little brown paper lunch sack. When they opened it they were ecstatic partially since I had been resisting their pleas to get a dog. Mr? Sarcastic was so happy he cried.

They named her Sunshine for how she made them feel.
 
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When my folks lived in the Woodway section of Waco (just across US 84 from Hewitt Texas) I went for a walk one morning during a visit. It's an older but well preserved area with lots of winding streets and huge live oak trees and manicured lawns. I had been out for about an hour and it was starting to get warm. As I past a very nice lawn where the house was set back to the back of the property I heard a large dog barking.

There was no fence and the dog was in the house just behind a screen door. I gave him a quick look and walked on. For some reason this dog, the biggest chow I've ever seen, Just went nuts. He came through the screen door and ran up to the curb snarling, barking, and showing me his teeth, with the man that owned him right behind him with a leash.

He asked me to stop walking until he could get the leash on and it would be alright. He said the dog was well trained NOT to leave the yard. I said that he shouldn't have stopped at that, He should have trained him not to bust through screen doors. I also told him that I had a .45 under my shirt and that if the dog put one foot in the street he was gonna be down one dog.

So I stopped. I turned and faced the dog and the man and as soon as the man touched the dog he calmed down. I couldn't help feeling sorry for the guy. He was scared to death. He was trying to get control of the dog and reassure me that I was in no danger. He never got that done until the leash was on the dog.

I love that breed of dog and this big boy was absolutely beautiful. The man invited me to approach and shake his hand and said that once the dog saw that I was not a threat he'd be friendly. I thought about it for a minute and went up and shook the guys hand. He apologized and I petted the dog. His name was Bully. I got it. He was a very friendly old boy once he decided not to rip my throat out.

I stood there talking to the guy for about 15 minutes and Bully was licking my hand and nudging it with his head trying to get me to pet him....which I gladly did. Wanted to stay on his good side don'tcha know!

So I guess that was a walk that went bad but turned out well in the end. I'm sure glad because I would never have hurt that dog except to save my life and I'm soooo glad that we got it all sorted out. All's well that ends well as they say.
 
Years ago, I was on a jury. Woman suing this man. Dog bite case. He let his dog run loose, it ran into her back yard, attacked her dog, she tried to break it up and got chewed on.

During the questioning-before-picking, the lawyers asked if anyone had dogs, and the guy next to me said he did. He was asked if he restrained his dog - chain, fence, etc. He said no. That his dog roamed the neighborhood. That all the kids in his neighborhood played with his dog and he did not see why he should have to lock his dog up.

And I thought, "What a jerk".

Another question was "does anyone have more than one dog?" When I raised my hand he asked how many. I counted in my head for a minute and said, "Fifteen".

He asked if they were allowed to roam loose. I told him no, that Charlie was a house dog and only went out side to pee, that Knuckle was on a chain, and the beagles were in the pen.

I have never understood this whole, "My dog must have his freedom" garbage. While i was at work one day, Taffy decided she needed her freedom and climbed the fence. She was laying in the gutter when I got home. Lost an argument with a car.

Got one street we don't walk down any more. There's a house with a 2 1/2 foot tall picket fence. Did not even slow down the dog in the front yard, when he leaped over it to come at us. Another block we don't go down as much as we used to. That dog used to be on a chain, but for the last month or so she's just been loose in the front yard. Always comes out barking. And then we have the jerk with the black boxer. He sounded so proud, when he finally came out to see what the dog was barking about. "Did he leave the yard? He's trained not to leave the yard." That's fine, but he was about two seconds from being shot. And I guess, technically, he was "in the yard", because his back feet were still on grass, but the rest of him was in the road, and he damn sure came at us hot and heavy.

There's this one woman, over by the park. Got three little white dogs of some sort - Papillons, maybe. And she's got a nice fenced-in back yard. But half a dozen times, when I go by, them dogs are running loose in the front yard. And every damn time, as soon as we come in view, she's up trying to catch up them dogs, even BEFORE they go into attack mode, because she KNOWS they are going after us. She KNOWS IT. And still she lets them run free.

What the hell is it with people these days?
 

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