That’s Frida eight years ago. Our first walk on the very day we brought her home from Hearts United for Animals. Fast forward to present. As Frida and I were walking (estimated to be our 3,000th walk together), we came upon a gentleman unloading groceries from the back of his crossover (parked curbside). Frida ambles up for a sniff.
Gentleman: Get your dog away from me!
[Gentleman starts backing into street and I pull Frida to me.]
Me: She’s ok! Don’t go into the street!
[We continue on our way.]
Gentleman: I’d rather get hit by a car!
Gentleman: A lot of people feel that way!
While I respect a person’s fear of dogs and work to limit fear caused by my little princess, this gentleman must be feeling something deeper. Don’t you think it is fair to link a fear of dogs to a fear of injury or more rarely disease? If so, to prefer getting hit by a car to having a dog sniff you suggests harm isn’t the concern. Then it hit me–roughly a year ago Lacey, Frida and I walked by this fellow and he announced “dogs do not amuse me!” Doesn’t help solve the riddle, but I do think we should avoid the street from now on. If only to reduce the inner turmoil in this gentleman’s life.
Finished the carpet project yesterday. I had a dream last night that three separate plumbing problems threatened to flood the basement and ruin the new carpet. Jeesh! Just cleaned the house tip to tail, and I am bushed. Ready for the weekend. You?