So naturally, with them and their dog hovering and
hanging around the puddle like they’d struck gold , Ruby managed to find her way
over there to see what the situation was. I didn’t suspect a thing…who
intentionally sits next to the only mud puddle when there’s a perfectly dry and
clean picnic table clear across the way???
It was too late for me to recognize
the mud puddle their dog was laying in. At first , Ruby just laid down in
it…while I’m screaming from across the field “no!! “ not five seconds later ,
with me in a full sprint waving my arms like a maniac, she decided to fully roll
in it completely changing her coat from auburn red to a deep chocolate. Then she
got up and peed in the puddle…then the other dog also peed in the puddle…then
she rolled in it again.
The purple haired lady yelled out laughing “she’s living
her best life”! And then she yelled “Hashtag, Dog Mom”! I wanted to choke her
but I refrained from doing so, as the other dog owners recognized the situation
and started leashing their dogs in a mass exodus out of the park. It was too
late for us. I went home , washed my dog. and thanked God that Ruby only grew to
be 17 pounds ….I don’t think I could handle a 75 pound dog “living it’s best
life.”



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