. . . There is one born every minute!
Since Little Monkey had her lumpies removed and still has stitches on her chest and leg, I have not been letting her run free, madly like a maniac, but have been walking her round the neighbourhood on her lead.
We had just completed one nice long walk and were approaching home again. We had stopped at the edge of the kerb, LM sitting, and I was just about to cross the road when I noticed a woman with a large cream coloured dog walking towards us and just about to pass our house. (So there was no way I could nip inside my property and be safe.)
Little Monkey needs lots of space with any unknown dog, so I backed up and took LM a good 10 metres down the road and got her to lie down, positioning myself in front of her. I figured the woman was probably going to go the other way to the cut-through, so this was my best bet.
Unfortunately, the woman did not go the other way, but came in our direction.
Worse than that, she crossed the road and headed straight for us!
Here was a woman with a very large dog, I think a cross between a lab and something massive like a Boerboel, who had no control over her dog, as it was out in front and pulling her towards us.
Now, I assessed her dog as not aggressive, but dominant, and certainly uncontrolled. Little Monkey, as you know, hasn’t a mean bone in her body, but is super anxious with other dogs she doesn’t know. What she does is leap in the air and bark, which often causes the other dog to react. If she’s out on a field off-lead, she tends to run straight at them barking, veer off a good 5 metres away from them and then trot back to me. No contact, unless they decide to sort her out!
Well, I am so used by now to other dog owners either not having a clue about dog behaviour, or simply not caring. The moment that the woman crossed the road and headed straight for us, I took LM across the road, keeping her the other side of me and keeping myself between the dogs, so I at least had control over any potential dog interaction. This way I managed to keep a reasonable distance between the dogs as we sort of circle danced our way past each other.
The woman still had no clue whatsoever.
I called out, as I always do, “Sorry, but my dog is scared,” and smiled.
“Oh, no problem,” she answered.
And I wonder if anything she has just witnessed or heard will alter her behaviour in the future. But I doubt it.
We are constantly reminded, there is one born every minute.
post script: You can check out LM in more natural behaviour in The Dog Walk.