We turned things around and took Tag to the dog park last night.
He had a blast with several dogs and everyone was getting along great until this other dog joined to park about 40 minutes in to our visit. The dog headed right to Tag and in seconds had his mouth around Tag's neck. The owner came over and said Tag needed to be on the small dog park because he was under 25 pounds - even though until that moment he had been completely fine with all the other big dogs AND there were like 3 - 4 other small dogs. The dog turned even more aggressive so I picked up Tag and the dog almost crawled up my back to get to him.
Yeah - sorry dude - that is not my dogs issue for being small - your dog is not a dog park friendly dog. He had to hold his dog while we walked out of the park and his beady eyes were tracking Tag the whole time (owner and dog). We took our time because we did not really want to leave, but there was no way Tag would have been safe. It amazes me that he was so comfortable with his dog being so aggressive and he blamed us for bringing a small dog. You think after all this years I would come to accept the world is full of nice and not so nice people, but the assholes still surprise me every time. Funny how the owner and the dog were both jerks - coincidence?
We walked through town and settled down for a nice dinner, Tag in tow. We sat there with our cool little dog had a really fabulous time at dinner drinking wine and eating our squid salad, crispy artichokes and goat cheese poundcake (which I will dream about for months - yum!). I realized how ludicrous I am to complain about my life, because really I am so very lucky. To be able to have a man that loves me, this awesome little dog, great boys and the ability to enjoy a nice dinner without worrying about almost anything - now that is priceless. I was glad we did not just stay home and crash on the couch and begroan (me not My Guy) my miserable week. It is so hard not to get caught up in the minutia of the stress and pick my head up and breathe, but I did. The outside patio where we ate was just beautiful, the weather with a nice cool breeze (do not fear I had a jacket) and the trees blowing around us with the lights and candles. The guy next to us told his wife that it reminded him of nights in Paris. I have never been and have always wanted to go and last night I let myself drift and be transported. It was a perfect night and a killer way to start the weekend.
Yeah - sorry dude - that is not my dogs issue for being small - your dog is not a dog park friendly dog. He had to hold his dog while we walked out of the park and his beady eyes were tracking Tag the whole time (owner and dog). We took our time because we did not really want to leave, but there was no way Tag would have been safe. It amazes me that he was so comfortable with his dog being so aggressive and he blamed us for bringing a small dog. You think after all this years I would come to accept the world is full of nice and not so nice people, but the assholes still surprise me every time. Funny how the owner and the dog were both jerks - coincidence? 
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