numptynoelle
Well-Known Member
*Warning - this going to be a bit of a long, rambling rant or a moan - or both!*
I've been missing having a pooch to walk and circumstances mean it's unlikely I'll be getting another anytime soon (not that I'm ready for another yet, but anyway) so a colleague suggested I get in touch with her neighbour as her terrorist could do with a proper yomp at the weekends. Met the holy terror earlier this week, lovely sort of airdale typey thing and actually very well behaved, if a tad exuberant!
So today went to pick him up - had a chat with owner, agreed a route, time for him to be back by, not to let him off the lead but use the longline yadda yadda. Off we went, the wee soul was delighted bless him! Not a paw out of place.
About an hour in, I get stopped by a bloke who demands what the hell I was doing with HIS dog. Dog shows no sign of recognition and owner had given no indication of having a partner, so I apologised politely and kept going. Silly me. He pulled me round and made clear in no uncertain terms was I to ignore him and I had stolen his dog, he wasn't going to stand for it etc etc. A couple intervened (a brave, lovely couple) and whilst bloke was regaling them with my "crimes" - I called the owner, gave her a description of the guy and asked if she knew him.
It was her ex-partner, but he was/is "technically the dog's daddy"
she said I could hand the dog over as he was on his way to see her. Not feeling very happy about this, I agreed - tbh I was more than a bit scared by this point and just wanted out of the whole situation. As we were handing the dog over, a patrol car pulled up and asked if we needed any help (must have looked as tense as it felt) but once he had the dog, the bloke just sauntered off - pooch trotting alongside. I went home to a stiff G&T....vowing never to walk anyone's dog ever again!!
Now to make matters worse, I've just had the owner on the phone to me drunkenly screaming blue bloody murder about me calling the police on her OH
Apparently, it's because I'm jealous, vindictive, conniving and a few other choice sentiments (I was impressed by the vocabulary tbh) but I must be a bit hormonal at the moment because once shed slammed the phone down, I just broke down and now Im trying to get the whole experience out of my head. It could have been a hell of lot worse, but all I wanted was a fun Saturday afternoon with a dog and I was SO careful about where I went, who knew where I was going to be and all that, but there is no accounting for scary blokes!!
Oh lord, thats more of any essay than I intended, but needed to let it all out Im going to have another G&T and pretend it was all a dream....thank god these people dont know where I live!! (Ah, go on, you can have a gin too you deserve it for getting through this!!)
I've been missing having a pooch to walk and circumstances mean it's unlikely I'll be getting another anytime soon (not that I'm ready for another yet, but anyway) so a colleague suggested I get in touch with her neighbour as her terrorist could do with a proper yomp at the weekends. Met the holy terror earlier this week, lovely sort of airdale typey thing and actually very well behaved, if a tad exuberant!
So today went to pick him up - had a chat with owner, agreed a route, time for him to be back by, not to let him off the lead but use the longline yadda yadda. Off we went, the wee soul was delighted bless him! Not a paw out of place.
About an hour in, I get stopped by a bloke who demands what the hell I was doing with HIS dog. Dog shows no sign of recognition and owner had given no indication of having a partner, so I apologised politely and kept going. Silly me. He pulled me round and made clear in no uncertain terms was I to ignore him and I had stolen his dog, he wasn't going to stand for it etc etc. A couple intervened (a brave, lovely couple) and whilst bloke was regaling them with my "crimes" - I called the owner, gave her a description of the guy and asked if she knew him.
It was her ex-partner, but he was/is "technically the dog's daddy"
she said I could hand the dog over as he was on his way to see her. Not feeling very happy about this, I agreed - tbh I was more than a bit scared by this point and just wanted out of the whole situation. As we were handing the dog over, a patrol car pulled up and asked if we needed any help (must have looked as tense as it felt) but once he had the dog, the bloke just sauntered off - pooch trotting alongside. I went home to a stiff G&T....vowing never to walk anyone's dog ever again!!Now to make matters worse, I've just had the owner on the phone to me drunkenly screaming blue bloody murder about me calling the police on her OH
Apparently, it's because I'm jealous, vindictive, conniving and a few other choice sentiments (I was impressed by the vocabulary tbh) but I must be a bit hormonal at the moment because once shed slammed the phone down, I just broke down and now Im trying to get the whole experience out of my head. It could have been a hell of lot worse, but all I wanted was a fun Saturday afternoon with a dog and I was SO careful about where I went, who knew where I was going to be and all that, but there is no accounting for scary blokes!! Oh lord, thats more of any essay than I intended, but needed to let it all out Im going to have another G&T and pretend it was all a dream....thank god these people dont know where I live!! (Ah, go on, you can have a gin too you deserve it for getting through this!!)
Don't worry I think that experience would have had me blubbing too! Try not to dwell on it, you didnt do anything wrong and some people are just plain odd! I wish you lived closer, you could take any of mine out for a fun saturday afternoon any time you liked!
