This isn’t the usual post. I just think some dog owners are I will be nice, “odd”. Not all of course I myself have owned plenty of dogs. I had to go through the loss and enjoyed the time with them, great pets etc..
When I’m talking about are the people so obsessed you would think they’re talking about their children. There’s a lady in my neighborhood that literally walks two of them in baby carriages and people go up to and pet them like it was a new born baby. It’s just weird Or maybe I’m over analyzing this.
I walked my dog in a stroller when he was too old to walk but still loved the sunshine and fresh air.
Little dogs don’t always really “walk” in the sense of being able to go on an actual walk with them. Maybe she likes getting a walk for her own exercise while letting her dogs enjoy the outdoors.
I have 2 little dogs. I take them for a 45 minute “walk” but it’s barely a walk at all. After I take them home I go out and take my own 45 minute power walk which is nothing at all like the dog walk. Not everyone has time or inclination for both.
My dog ended up with stroller rides because he got old right at the same time my toddler started refusing to be in her stroller anymore. I suspect that’s how it starts for many. Dog gets old and suddenly the things around you with wheels start to look like they have another use.
Clearly you know not of my palm sized, barking beast chihuahua…aka the terror of toes.
Dare to step near her while she snacks and she’ll explode into a blur of raging fur and tiny teeth, latching onto to whichever of your toes are small enough to fit into her mouth, violently thrashing side to side to the point you may notice her. And if you’re unfortunate and not wearing a sock to protect you from the onslaught, you may be left marked by irritating temporary red marks.
My husband and I used to be big bicycle riders. After our daughter was born, we bought a bike trailer for her and the dog ended up in there too. Prior to that I had rigged up a milk crate strapped to my bike with bungee cords not ideal but it worked.
I have a Dachshund named Sammy. He was an abused rescue from a shelter that my brother adopted, then abandoned 2 years later. When I first met Sammy, he would piss himself if you so much as looked at him suddenly. He’s been with us for 11 years now, and he thinks he’s a wolf leading the pack. He even howls when egged on. I think he’s about 15 years old at this point.
I have a black Labrador/Newfoundland kind of mutt named Tubby. Fuzzy backstory on him is he was born at some crackhead’s house in early 2013 and got passed around Kansas City before my MiL rescued him. And by rescue him, I mean she brought him out to my farm without my knowledge or consent and decided he belonged to me now. He was malnourished but also very round in the gut like he never had proper dog food.
I have a chocolate lab/mutt mix named Stumpy. He’s about 2 years old and is missing a hind leg after getting hit by a car when he was 6 months old. His owners then proceeded to leave him tied up outside all day and night for the next 18 months before trying to dump him off a town or two over on two occasions. On the second dump, he ended up in my driveway with his spine and ribs sticking out everywhere. He’s been with us for 2 months now. He also had a tinkle problem at first, but it’s 90% resolved already, and he’s got a solid backstrap growing.
They’re all rescues, I never wanted any of them, and I love them to death. I wish I could beat the snot out of at least three strangers in this world.
Guy down the street used to have three of the most beautiful Great Danes. Grizzled old veteran. Tough as nails. He’d walk his dogs every day. I’d chat with him if I was outside when he (they) were walking by. He let me have some of his hops plants. I’d share with him my whiskey, and slip a treat or two to the Danes.
Great Danes don’t live all that long. When they passed, he went into a funk. I’d visit from time to time. His wife finally got two little something-ka-poo dogs. At least they give him canine companionship, and it has helped his psyche a bit. But he never wants to be seen walking them. He calls them “drop-kick dogs.” He’s too old now to handle giant ones. At least all dogs are the same at heart, and they dote on him as master and friend, as those Great Danes once did. They don’t replace the Danes. But they do the job.
I have a half Frenchie, half Boston Terrier as well as a Boston Terrier. I have a stroller for them if we go out of town and want to go shopping, tool around sightseeing or go into a restaurant. If other people have dogs that are on leashes, then it turns into a cluster, especially if there are also packages to carry. I do it because I am keeping my dogs confined which I think is more polite as well as being able to spend the day with them instead of keeping them cooped up.
I feel the same way about a cat living in my home, now named ‘Buddy’.
Last January, this cat tried getting my attention with non stop meowing and demanding I let him into my home. After he broke into my mudroom, and brought his girlfriend with him (later named ‘Renee’), I was forced to let them stay there, with a heating pad to keep them warm for that winter.
Fast forward a month (February), and I was able to cage Renee, and send her off to a new home where she is currently treated like royalty.
Buddy was not so fortunate. I got him caged in March, sent him to SANS (Spay And Neuter Syracuse) to get neutered and microchipped, and found out at a vet clinic he had a chipped tooth and would eventually need surgery (he’s not in any pain because of it currently).
This chipped tooth caused him to be rejected by the CNY Cat Coalition for adoption, so now he lives with me as an indoor cat.
And he’s the biggest snuggle bug on earth. If I was to ever find his former ‘owners’, I may be tempted to beat them within an inch of their lives.
My wife has this ability of getting what she wants when she wants it. At one point in time, my 3 bdrm house was filled with her, me, two step kids, 3 grandkids a dog and 3 cats…because wife willed it so. After years of reducing the over population of my house through attrition, I finally achieved a rational level of residency consisting of wife, me, dog and cat. All was well…until one Friday night, wife posed the redundant question “what do you think about getting a companion for dog?”.
Stunned by this surprise attack, I had little time to wage a proper defense and was relegated to the desperate measure of “let me think about it”. Knowing full well this desperate move offered little more than delaying the inevitable, the second wave of the assault was of no surprise…“well, a freind of a friend is selling a chihuahua and I was thinking…”. I knew then the battle was all but lost, so I attempted a tactical retreat “I tired and going to bed, we’ll talk more in the morning”.
The next morning I woke to find that wife had reinforced her position overnight, and was preparing dog for a trip to the seller’s house to meet new dog to “see if they get along”. Realizing my position was quickly being overrun, I clung to the hope that perhaps by some act of god, wife would change her mind. That hope evaporated as wife announced “I’ll be stopping by the bank to get cash”.
Within an hour, my acceptance of defeat and unconditional surrender was offered, as wife proudly marched new dog through the living room in her victory parade.
I understand that the lady I am referring to is a nice lady so I’m not trying to dis her to hard but it’s not because of age they are young dogs and she has them dressed up like kids. I’m not saying she belongs in the nut house just some people imho go a little to far at least for my understanding.
Another person down the street has a small house next to theirs built for their dog. It’s expensive to build here so I would imagine at minimum 100+k for the pooch condo.
Each to their own I just don’t understand it when it gets to those levels. A kid I get ours is three months old now and we are spoiling her rotten.
not ideal but it worked.
