Big Dog Day Out
Zachary hasn't been to the dog park since long before Montgomery died. We've held off because of his bum leg.
Well, he seems to be doing pretty well, so we drove into Atlanta at 8AM to get to the park before the heat got too bad.
There is a short walk from the parking lot to the dog park. Invariably, the excitement gets to Zachary and he has to poop along this walk. To combat this, we cut through the woods, so he can anonomously go in the brush. The freaky part is that this section of woods is also called home by much of Atlanta's homeless population. In addition to keeping an eye out for the urban outdoorsmen, one has to keep clear of areas with toilet paper or any other remnants of the responsibility-free lifestyle. Ahhh, city-living!
Zachary does his pit-stop and we are on our way. As we approach the double gate, there is a mid-50's woman in the gate with her doberman.
"I need to make him sit, or he runs me down.", she says apologetically.
Take a guess at how hard it is to make any dog sit quietly while there are three strange dogs a foot away, on the other side of a chain-link fence.
We waited while this moron told her dog, "SIT", which the dog did for a second, then stood up to sniff at the other dogs. After three groups of dogs/people lined up behind us, she finally let the poor dog into the yard.
Idiot.
Zachary and a [different] doberman got into a tussle. Zachary went to sniff him. The doberman bit Zachary's face. Zachary backed off with a look like, "What the fuck?"
But then the doberman came back in and bit his face again. Then again! That was too much. Zachary came back with some snarling and biting of his own. I've never seen him do that. I can't blame him. The doberman had it coming. Zachary must have had 40 lbs on him. It's amazing how quickly stupid dog owners respond, when they realize their dog is outmatched.
After the dog park, we went to a diner for brunch. We sat in a booth adjacent to two late 50's, gray-haired guys. The one guy had his arm over the back of my seat and didn't move it, which immediately made me dislike him.
After making a point of leaning back on this dope's arm, until he moved it, I had to listen to these two aging, hippie professors at Georgia State discuss, far too loudly, their state government benefits, followed by how our "CowBoy President" "lied to America" to get us in this "War over Oil". That was bad enough. Then they started in about how the trade towers didn't fall like a building should fall.
Ugh. Those of you who know me, feel free to compliment me on my restraint and composure.
Right now, Mrs Schwartz is napping with Zachery [he's bushed] on the couch. We are resting up for the big event tonight: Medieval Times.
Well, he seems to be doing pretty well, so we drove into Atlanta at 8AM to get to the park before the heat got too bad.
There is a short walk from the parking lot to the dog park. Invariably, the excitement gets to Zachary and he has to poop along this walk. To combat this, we cut through the woods, so he can anonomously go in the brush. The freaky part is that this section of woods is also called home by much of Atlanta's homeless population. In addition to keeping an eye out for the urban outdoorsmen, one has to keep clear of areas with toilet paper or any other remnants of the responsibility-free lifestyle. Ahhh, city-living!
Zachary does his pit-stop and we are on our way. As we approach the double gate, there is a mid-50's woman in the gate with her doberman.
"I need to make him sit, or he runs me down.", she says apologetically.
Take a guess at how hard it is to make any dog sit quietly while there are three strange dogs a foot away, on the other side of a chain-link fence.
We waited while this moron told her dog, "SIT", which the dog did for a second, then stood up to sniff at the other dogs. After three groups of dogs/people lined up behind us, she finally let the poor dog into the yard.
Idiot.
Zachary and a [different] doberman got into a tussle. Zachary went to sniff him. The doberman bit Zachary's face. Zachary backed off with a look like, "What the fuck?"
But then the doberman came back in and bit his face again. Then again! That was too much. Zachary came back with some snarling and biting of his own. I've never seen him do that. I can't blame him. The doberman had it coming. Zachary must have had 40 lbs on him. It's amazing how quickly stupid dog owners respond, when they realize their dog is outmatched.
After the dog park, we went to a diner for brunch. We sat in a booth adjacent to two late 50's, gray-haired guys. The one guy had his arm over the back of my seat and didn't move it, which immediately made me dislike him.
After making a point of leaning back on this dope's arm, until he moved it, I had to listen to these two aging, hippie professors at Georgia State discuss, far too loudly, their state government benefits, followed by how our "CowBoy President" "lied to America" to get us in this "War over Oil". That was bad enough. Then they started in about how the trade towers didn't fall like a building should fall.
Ugh. Those of you who know me, feel free to compliment me on my restraint and composure.
Right now, Mrs Schwartz is napping with Zachery [he's bushed] on the couch. We are resting up for the big event tonight: Medieval Times.
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