Chewie and I go for at least one, usually two really long walks every day. We usually run into a lot of other dogs on our walks, which is a pain, because one of Chewie’s bad habits (besides eating faces) is barking like crazy at almost every dog within sniffing distance. Unfortunately for him, he has the most pitiful bark I have ever heard. It sounds like a baby trying to blow out a candle.
A few nights ago we were on our way home from one of our walks when we saw a couple with their dog walking toward us. The other dog was a small, fluffy piece of shit, just like Chewie (said with love). Usually, Chewie doesn’t bother barking at other small dogs –he only goes after the big ones. I am pretty sure he thinks he is a 400 pound Pit Bull in a 14 pound Pekingese body. So imagine my surprise when this other dog started pulling on his leash and barking at Chewie, and Chewie said, “Oh it’s like THAT?!” and started barking back.
So there we all stood with our two angry little dogs barking and straining to get at each other. It was ridiculous. So I started chanting, “SMALL DOG FIGHT! SMALL DOG FIGHT!”
I thought this was HILARIOUS. The other couple — hand to god — rolled their eyes at me, and walked on by.
Oh…uh…so…just me, huh? Not so funny to you, more funny to me? I stand alone in my sea of shame? Yeah, no, that’s fair. Ok.