The boys and I never saw him coming. The brown mixed breed hunting dog towered over the boys, popping in front of us. No leash. Benny sniffed noses. JJ growled,his hackles raised, warning the wayward dog to get out of his face.
The owner raced across the street, shouting for his dog to come. The big brown boy ignored him, continuing to jump around us. The owner informed me while failing to get his hands on the dog, that big brown boy was only a year old. Really a puppy, obviously with no obedience training. Big brown boy just wanted to play, jumping and scurrying around us, ignoring his owner entreaties. After several minutes of failed attempts at capture, the owner informed me I needed to get hold of his dog. The dog came up behind me, his eyes on my boys and his owner, and I snatched at his collar. I missed as he jumped sideways and circled around us once again. He closed in again, his attention on the boys and his owner and this time I seized hold of his collar.
The owner apologized and towed his dog back home, just across the street.
The boys and I bear the brunt of out of control dogs. Sometimes we take the blame. Like the woman whose golden retriever flashed an aggressive look, began barking up a storm and pulling her around. The boys got excited, I asked them to sit and they did. The woman yelled at me to move along, failing to discipline her dog. To this day, this woman gives me and the boys the evil eye whenever we pass by. We give her and her golden dog a wide berth lest we receive another tongue lashing for obedience.
The small mop dog and the wolf hound are quite the pair. The wolf hound is silent while passing us by while his companion, a part shih tzu, wakes up the neighborhood with continuous shrill barks. The owners apologize and say they cannot control the mop. I smile and wonder at the dog’s ability, all 15 pounds of it, to dominate the owner.