How to make a young man angry

urgggh. i am so very tired.

tried to go shopping. we were halfway down woodbury avenue and I ran into ella18 we were standing there talking when someone came along with a Rottweiler, on the other side of the road.

Spike: KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!

Rottweiler: Huh? WTF?

the thing is, I did get him under control. it involved holding his collar and physically blocking his view of the other dog and growling NO in his ear and it was all a bit dramatic but it was working, and if the other guy had just kept walking and gone on past the whole thing would have been over in twenty seconds.

but no. he stops. he stands there, inside spike's zone, rooted to the spot. i have spike being quiet but he's not happy. i can't move forward because i'd have to move closer. i don't want to go back because I'M FUCKING TRYING TO GO SHOPPING.

the guy keeps standing there. as far as i could tell the Rottie wasn't upset at all; I couldn't really look and it was dark anyway but it didn't make any noise. i have no idea why the guy couldn't just walk past us. did he think I wouldn't be able to hold Spike? did he think the Rottie might go for us and he wouldn't be able to hold it? I have no idea. neither seems very likely.

anyway, seventy-two hours or so pass, with me standing there like an idiot suppressing my hysterical collie, Rottweiler Guy standing there like a lemon with his thumb up his arse, and ella18 helpfully standing so as to help block Spike's view of the Rottie (thank you darling), and a huge wave of exhaustion and futility broke in my brain. If I didn't make the first move clearly we were all going to die of old age where we stood, so I stood up and walked back home. I guess I can live without shopping another day. I'm too fucking tired to carry any shit home anyway.

Squish gets today's award (a piece of Cumberland sausage) for keeping a cool head under fire. He did let out a bark or two when Spike first lost it, but he's not dog-aggressive, he's just a loyal subordinate who follows the Captain's lead. He shut up as soon as I told Spike NO and stood there quite calmly through the whole stupid debacle. thank the gods for Squish.

Cassie has taken to darting out of the front door whenever I come back home with the dogs. she can't go anywhere except the hallway, but still. i think she's coming in season again, she's very noisy today. I'm phoning the vet about her spay tomorrow. I wanted to wait till the kittens were all gone because they're still nursing occasionally and I don't want them mauling and wrestling her while she's healing but Hamish-Blade is getting too big for comfort. He's not four months old yet but he's the same size as Cassie and his balls have dropped - he's probably still too young to get anyone pregnant but better safe than sorry, no?

one of the cats just knocked a huge pile of books and stuff off the dog crate. i'm so not in the mood for this shit today.

How to make a young man angry

urgggh. i am so very tired.

tried to go shopping. we were halfway down woodbury avenue and I ran into ella18 we were standing there talking when someone came along with a Rottweiler, on the other side of the road.

Spike: KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!

Rottweiler: Huh? WTF?

the thing is, I did get him under control. it involved holding his collar and physically blocking his view of the other dog and growling NO in his ear and it was all a bit dramatic but it was working, and if the other guy had just kept walking and gone on past the whole thing would have been over in twenty seconds.

but no. he stops. he stands there, inside spike's zone, rooted to the spot. i have spike being quiet but he's not happy. i can't move forward because i'd have to move closer. i don't want to go back because I'M FUCKING TRYING TO GO SHOPPING.

the guy keeps standing there. as far as i could tell the Rottie wasn't upset at all; I couldn't really look and it was dark anyway but it didn't make any noise. i have no idea why the guy couldn't just walk past us. did he think I wouldn't be able to hold Spike? did he think the Rottie might go for us and he wouldn't be able to hold it? I have no idea. neither seems very likely.

anyway, seventy-two hours or so pass, with me standing there like an idiot suppressing my hysterical collie, Rottweiler Guy standing there like a lemon with his thumb up his arse, and ella18 helpfully standing so as to help block Spike's view of the Rottie (thank you darling), and a huge wave of exhaustion and futility broke in my brain. If I didn't make the first move clearly we were all going to die of old age where we stood, so I stood up and walked back home. I guess I can live without shopping another day. I'm too fucking tired to carry any shit home anyway.

Squish gets today's award (a piece of Cumberland sausage) for keeping a cool head under fire. He did let out a bark or two when Spike first lost it, but he's not dog-aggressive, he's just a loyal subordinate who follows the Captain's lead. He shut up as soon as I told Spike NO and stood there quite calmly through the whole stupid debacle. thank the gods for Squish.

Cassie has taken to darting out of the front door whenever I come back home with the dogs. she can't go anywhere except the hallway, but still. i think she's coming in season again, she's very noisy today. I'm phoning the vet about her spay tomorrow. I wanted to wait till the kittens were all gone because they're still nursing occasionally and I don't want them mauling and wrestling her while she's healing but Hamish-Blade is getting too big for comfort. He's not four months old yet but he's the same size as Cassie and his balls have dropped - he's probably still too young to get anyone pregnant but better safe than sorry, no?

one of the cats just knocked a huge pile of books and stuff off the dog crate. i'm so not in the mood for this shit today.