Oh, you’re wondering about the post title? I’m referring to a neighbor, of course. Well, relative neighbor, since they are on a dirt road about 5 miles ride from here, but still. They, like many, have dogs that charge the fence line barking, but their dogs are the only ones that come *through* the fence and actually charge me on the horse. They are the type of dogs that see a horse charging them, coz I will and did while going by today, as a fight and in this case charging them did in fact make them come at us even worse. I was yelling as loud as I could at the dog and pretending to throw rocks which kept it mostly at bay, but every time I managed to take a few steps past the stupid thing would come at us again. Roaring at the dog and keeping Scrappy calm was all I could do. I heard the people yelling for the dog and apologizing, the dogs retreated and I thought we were good, then here comes the worst dog again. I was almost past the place but the dog was still coming after us and I heard the people say “Just go past, just go past!” I yell back “IT’S CHARGING ME” to which they reply, “too bad, you’re on it’s property, just go” and made no further attempt to stop the dog. Okay, fine, so the county put a road through the middle of your land, or whatever, I don’t think that makes it okay to let your dogs basically attack passerbys. GRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Fortunately Scrappy is a saintly guy. This was also driven home as we were making our brief paved county road crossing on the way home and a plastic bag swirled out of the bushes on the right edge we were hugging as a car and Harley roared by on our left. Scrappy sort of sproinged all 4 feet a few inches off the ground but didn’t surge to one side or the other. Thank god.
I don’t know if I should admit that the silliest reaction out of my saintly Rushcreek all day was when we passed cows? LOL
Fortunately a few miles from home I passed a lovely old couple heading out of their driveway in their ancient Ford with their happy yellow Lab hanging out the back. They greeted me most jovially and admired the weather and wanted to know Scrappy’s name. I absolutely love neighbors like those. They are the only kind of people I want to be around. The people that let their dogs attack us had horses, who knows, they could have controlled their dogs and we could have had a nice conversation like that. It’s so pointless and poisonous to behave the way they did. Please people, whether you live in a place big or small, urban or country–just *don’t* be the jerk neighbor. Just don’t.
Besides “Trot outs that aren’t Possibly Toward an Early Grave: 101” Scrappy and I are working on a very important part of his education: The Selfie. If he is to star in this little blog of mine, he’s going to have to do better than this dubious near-mare-face:
At least *I’m* stoked! 😉
3 thoughts on “Don’t Be the Jerk”
Okay, public road is not the dog's property! The dog doesn't know that, but his owners should. Le sigh. Glad Scrappy was sensible!
I don't understand jerks, when it is just as easy to be pleasant. Probably something about thinking the road is theirs, we get a lot of that too. Glad Scrappy is sensible, and the “good” neighbors can renew out outlook on humanity a little bit. Our neighbors had some friends visiting, and thought my sweaty horse was just beautiful and wanted pictures, those are good neighbors.
OMG I HATE that situation for you. People SUCK. My emotions got all riled up just reading about it! Gah. We should all hypothesize some creative solution to teach the dog a lesson……methinks one of those plastic pellet guns that shoots the little plastic balls. I've been hit with those before and know it's definitely not the end of the world! I don't think they are very loud (could shoot from horse) or too expensive either?? Maybe you could get one and learn to be really accurate with it….