Kevin G
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A previous Golden Retriever,#6, was a dark red 80 pound gal named Bellatrix, a.k.a. Bella. We are presently on #7.
If Alvin, the chipmunk had been a golden retriever he would’ve been Bella. She had a wonderful disposition and a knack for ending up in creative mischief.
In town, there’s a nice 2.5 mile beach where dogs are allowed in the off-season. I would walk Bella off leash, but hook her up when approaching unfamiliar people or dogs.
One nice spring day there were a lot of people walking the beach. We were approaching an unfamiliar older couple with a lab retriever off leash and a small Yorkie on a retractable leash held by the woman. I went to hook Bella up, the man shouted it wasn’t necessary they would be fine.
Bella went over to say hello as she normally does and the little dog went after her. In the course of the little dust up, they took a couple turns around the woman. She got fouled in the retractable leash and fell over screaming quite loudly while the two dogs are growling and barking. I am running over as quick as I can, but the husband is hollering to me “Don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal.” Not sure the wife was in agreement about that, at this point she kind of looked like a turtle on its back trying to get righted. Didn’t wanna be that husband when he got home.
Nearby beach walkers had all stopped to watch this live entertainment. In an altercation between a 5 pound dog and an 80 pound dog the bigger one is probably gonna be viewed as the guilty party even if the little one has a Napoleon complex.
A few days later on the beach, Bella and I bumped into some dog walkers we knew. They asked what was up with Bella, had heard about a big red golden that beat up a little dog. When I explained the story to them, they knew the other couple and their dogs and told me enough said, they understood.
Poor Bella was branded as a bully.
Kevin G
If Alvin, the chipmunk had been a golden retriever he would’ve been Bella. She had a wonderful disposition and a knack for ending up in creative mischief.
In town, there’s a nice 2.5 mile beach where dogs are allowed in the off-season. I would walk Bella off leash, but hook her up when approaching unfamiliar people or dogs.
One nice spring day there were a lot of people walking the beach. We were approaching an unfamiliar older couple with a lab retriever off leash and a small Yorkie on a retractable leash held by the woman. I went to hook Bella up, the man shouted it wasn’t necessary they would be fine.
Bella went over to say hello as she normally does and the little dog went after her. In the course of the little dust up, they took a couple turns around the woman. She got fouled in the retractable leash and fell over screaming quite loudly while the two dogs are growling and barking. I am running over as quick as I can, but the husband is hollering to me “Don’t worry about it, it’s no big deal.” Not sure the wife was in agreement about that, at this point she kind of looked like a turtle on its back trying to get righted. Didn’t wanna be that husband when he got home.
Nearby beach walkers had all stopped to watch this live entertainment. In an altercation between a 5 pound dog and an 80 pound dog the bigger one is probably gonna be viewed as the guilty party even if the little one has a Napoleon complex.
A few days later on the beach, Bella and I bumped into some dog walkers we knew. They asked what was up with Bella, had heard about a big red golden that beat up a little dog. When I explained the story to them, they knew the other couple and their dogs and told me enough said, they understood.
Poor Bella was branded as a bully.
Kevin G

