I love ALL of God’s endlessly imaginative creatures.

In fact, I’ve been on an animal finding bender lately.

(And not just dead ones.)

I stalked a giant, pizza-pan-sized snapping turtle down a creek near my house,

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(He even had spikes on his tail! I now understand Super Mario. BOWSER WAS A SNAPPING TURTLE.)

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I’ve been LOVING getting to know the exotic Mediterranean House Gecko family that’s moved in on our porch – or rather, the Dad lives on our porch, eating all the night bugs,

FullSizeRender 51They’re a bit worried about all the immigration debates. They crawled a long way to get from the Mediterranean to Birmingham, Alabama.

And the babies live in our garage walls. They’re the most cuddly geckos you’ve ever seen.

IMG_5411Of course I put this one back as soon as I finished his complimentary newborn photo sesh.

The giant fishing spider we found while fossil-hunting fascinated me, and I didn’t even mind the Black Widow Spider Tanya found downtown while we were running.

(I mean of all the places I go in the woods and it’s downtown that I see my first Black Widow? Whatever, nature.)

(And you’re welcome for the lack of spider pictures in this post. You know who you are.)

The tiny creatures I find are my favorite. Like the hike we took where we lost count at 80-something baby toads – because toads are best when they’re miniscule (just like humans),

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And also baby lizards – not quite as cute as baby geckos, but I try not to give them complexes.

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I stalk butterflies sucking the last of the nectar out of the fall flowers with their straw-like proboscises.. (we’re studying Botany this year – don’t I sound smart?)

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And I stalk teeny tiny baby alligators that cross the road in front of us in South Alabama…

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(Yes I totally got out of my car to photograph this adorable baby while my kids freaked the freak out…)

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And my favorite run all season has been the one where I saw two snakes (one of which was a cottonmouth and I yet again misidentified him as harmless and followed him way too closely to get good pictures) (which I’m not sharing yet again because I’m a good person) and this guy, a fighting Crawfish, who let me know he was ready for battle, although he did trip and fall twice while trying to put up his dukes and make a backwards hasty retreat at the same time.

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So can we all agree that I really appreciate, adore, and regularly ponder the goodness of God’s creation in the animal kingdom?

Except dogs.

I’ve already laid out my main reasons for my feelings on dogs. But let me share with you what happened this week, which further cemented my eternal feelings of canine animosity.

Every Monday afternoon, Noah and I have exactly 55 minutes to waste while Ali is in gymnastics. It’s that perfect amount of time that is way too long to sit in ones car but too short to go most places.

Fortunately for us, there’s a beautiful park nearby that is right next to the Cahaba River. You can climb the boulders, skip rocks, find crawfish, appreciate the beauty of the wiggly snail trails in the dirt at the bottom of the river bed, and in general appreciate the beauty that the Cahaba flows into Birmingham.

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However.

Every time we go, there are dogs and their owners there.

And, it seems, dogs lose any and all sense of obedience and proper behavior when in or near a river.

Last time, we got jumped by two dogs. And both owners, despite my telling them that my son does not like dogs (for reasons such as this), continued to let their dogs jump on us until we left.

This time, there was only one guy and one dog at the river. They looked calm and quiet, deeply involved in their game of fetch. I had high hopes. But we walked the opposite way down the river bank anyway.

After thoroughly exploring, Noah really wanted to check out the island that the man and his dog were on, an island normally not in existence since the water is usually higher. Since it was a rare island, I reluctantly agreed. We walked out to it, purposefully walking away from the whole dog situation.

And it worked.

They continued to play fetch while Noah and I explored.

…Until Noah made the fateful mistake of throwing a rock into the river.

We were so far from the dog that he should have been out of earshot, but no. He heard. And he assumed that Noah very much wanted to play fetch with him.

He bounded by Noah and I and into the river, retrieved the rock, and began jumping on Noah.

Meanwhile, the dog owner was repeating in a calm voice, “Watch out – he will jump on you.”

Uh.

Dog owners of the world. How about when your dog is actively jumping on my kid, and my kid is screaming, try the words “Come! Sit! Stay!” instead of “Hey watch out there because my dog will invade your personal space and leave muddy paw prints all over you and he might slobber your face while he’s up there because clearly he’s taller than your son so hey you might want to watch out.”

Watch out?!

How is that helpful?

By “watch out” are you just letting me know “Hey! I’m not going to do anything about my dog and we both know you can’t/won’t, so let’s enjoy watching together while my dog clobbers your son into the river!”

These were the thoughts going through my mind as my voice was actually being quite generous (and lying) and saying “That’s okay – he threw the rock – I’m sure the dog was confused”, so I didn’t notice right away that the dog very suddenly changed focus, having grown bored with terrorizing my son, and leapt over to where I was standing and up onto my torso.

I flailed backwards a bit, now covered in mud and the perfume of nasty wet river dog, and began to lose my balance. I flailed more, as the oh-so-helpful dog owner kept quietly repeating “Watch out – he will jump on you.”

I caught myself from falling, but in the process dropped my phone. And we all four watched it bounce, bounce bounce into the river.

At THAT point, the psychotically calm dog owner lost his cool and screamed out an obscenity. He, I, and the dog all dove for my phone.

(I mean an iPhone is as good as a rock or stick for a game of river fetch, so why not?)

I got to it first, pulling it out of the bottom of the creek bed (it was shallow but the phone had still been completely submerged), and began shaking the water out of the headphone jack.

Dog owner apologized and asked if it was okay.

Noah asked if it was okay and said this is why he didn’t like dogs.

I turned off my phone and told them both as much, having heard that the frying of electronics happens because they’re left on while wet.

Dog Owner fumbled around in his pocket and said “Let me give you some contact info in case it doesn’t come back on.” But I was too shaken up, too muddy, and smelt too much of river dog to want to deal.

So I shook my head, turned around and began walking away, and said “That’s okay, have a nice day.”

Yeah. I told the guy to have a nice day.

I’m a southern girl. It’s what you do. It was the most Bless Your Heart statement I could muster at that moment.

Then I realized that the whole dog attack thing had probably taken longer than I thought, and on top of that, I didn’t have a phone I could turn on to see what time it was, and I had a kid I needed to pick up from gymnastics.

So Noah and I took off running.

Which I’m sure didn’t look strange AT ALL.

We made it to Gymnastics at the very moment Ali was let out of class. After securing my child, my stress from the whole ordeal began to catch up with me and I felt quite a deep sadness at the prospect of forever losing my Apple Appendage.

“Tell Ali what happened, Noah.”

He regaled the tale to her, with five year old dramatic flair, reiterating again how much he didn’t like dogs, and she gasped at the prospect of my phone being roadkill.

Or riverkill, as it was.

We went home and I put my phone in a bag with desiccant packets (something I keep around to pack my camera in after an especially humid sunset), and I tried to not stare as it decided whether it would live or die.

After two hours, I couldn’t take the suspense any longer.

I removed it from its isolette in iPICU…

Then I turned it on and…..

It worked.

The dog had failed at frying my phone.

But he had not failed at further cementing my feelings toward his species.

13 thoughts on “I Still Hate Dogs.

  1. I love dogs and I still don’t want them jumping all over me. My own dog doesn’t jump all over me. Bad dog owners give the rest of us a bad name :P

  2. I agree with Renita. I love my furry baby and she is spoiled but she is not allowed to bother other people or animals. We keep her on leash at all times.

    Bad dog owners are the issue. Just like cat owners who let their cats wander the neighborhood and use kids sandboxes as litter boxes.

    Think of it like nasty, rude children. It is 99% of the time the parents fault. Dogs are trainable. But you can’t fix a stupid human.

  3. I’m with you here! It’s the inconsiderate dog owners, not the dogs, who get to me. I was shocked at how well behaved the dogs were when my husband and I were in Hungary. One day we walked in between a man and his off-leash dog (clearly still a puppy) on the sidewalk, and the puppy stood stock still until we passed–no barking, licking, or jumping! I’m always grateful for dog owners who take the time to train their dogs well and keep them from loving on me when it’s clear that I’m uncomfortable.

  4. Ug. I feel your pain. A dog started chasing my not-quite-3-year-old at the park playground a few months ago. And when my husband went to save our child, the dog owner swore heavy duty profanity at *us*! Because the dog was a “puppy.” A puppy twice as big and strong as my small child. With sharp teeth. And somehow the dog was the one in danger? Sigh. I know the bad owners are the exception, not the rule, but the exceptions are soooo exceptionally bad.

  5. Once when my kids were younger my friend and I were at the playground. We had our babies laying Ina blanket while the bigger kids played nearby. A dog walked up to us.. The owner in no hurry quite a ways behind… Um hello. 2 babies. Luckily the dog wasn’t big or aggressive but it did pee on my diaper bag. Yes PEE. The owner sid a quiet sorry and carried on. ?!?!?!? Needless to say that bag went right to the trash!

  6. I love dogs but am slightly scared of them. Well, at least until I get to know them. Many of my friends own dogs but all are responsible owners. Owners should watch their dogs and not let things like this happen, especially to children. Dogs are easily trainable and should be trained. Just because you or I love your dog does not mean all people feel the same. Owners should watch their dogs around strangers all the time. Sorry this happened to Noah and you.

  7. This is exactly why Willow hates dogs. My in-laws dogs have been jumping on her, knocking her over and generally driving her to distraction her entire life. My sweet m-i-l has often expressed her opinion that she can’t believe we don’t get a dog for the kids, but I don’t know a nice way to tell her that HER dogs are only helping cement our opinion that dogs are a messy, pain in the rear. (Full disclosure – my husband and I both always had dogs growing up and we have both loved dogs dearly at times. But we also really, really love the super low-maintenance cats we have now!)

  8. As a dog owner (of a large dog who does like to jump up in people’s faces) this man makes me SO ANGRY. I keep Sassy pulled tight on her leash any time we’re near kids and if they do want to pet her, I make sure to hold her down. Jumping up on people is exactly why we haven’t taken her to a public place off her leash. Ugh.

  9. People who don’t train their dog(s) make me insane. A true pet peeve. If a dog does jump up on you take a step towards them. It will get them off balance and they will have to put all feet on the ground.

  10. Have you tried a knee to the chest? A friend with a Rottweiler recommended that when I asked what I should do when his dog, who outweighed me, jumped up on me.

  11. I get quite nervous around dogs and I especially don’t like when strange dogs try to jump up on me, so I think it’s awful when dog owners don’t keep them on a lead or else train them to not jump up on strangers! There are lots of people out there who are nervous or even scared of dogs and don’t like it. Glad your phone survived the ordeal!!

  12. I like dogs but if an out of control dog starts jumping on me and scaring my kids, all bets are off. I’m not just going to ignore it or keep saying “Off, off, off” like a broken record. I’m going to physically subdue the animal if I have to and I don’t particularly care if I hurt anyone’s precious feelings. Yes, I feel strongly about this subject. We had to have an intervention of sorts with my in-laws about their dog a few years ago and told them that until they got the dog obedience training and its behavior improved, we wouldn’t be bringing the kids to their house any more. The dog is much better now but it was so bad that everybody stopped going to their house because the dog would jump up in excitement and claw them half to death and my father in law would just say “Just turn your back on her, just turn your back on her, just turn your back on her…” But they did take obedience classes and since then the dog has turned into a sweetheart. Still rambunctious, but sweet.

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