The other day I had to sign for a foreign package. The postman was standing at the door waiting for me as I walked Stanley to the door.
He and Flash have/had the same attitude about strangers. Strangers are no good. No bueno por nada.
Flash, however, just lunged and barked at people. Stanley has attempted to dine on them.
I opened the screen door, holding onto Stanley’s leash. If I could have put him inside my office I would have, but I didn’t have time. He was growling. The postman, who was a woman, handed me the package and the machine to sign. So, leash, machine, package. Then SHE REACHES IN AND STARTS TO TRY TO PET STANLEY.
WHO, BY THE WAY, IS STILL GROWLING LIKE HELL.
I said, in my most dulcet tones: DON’T DO THAT!!! DON’T TRY TO PET HIM. BACK OFF!
Look, I’m normally a Southern Belle, y’all, but I could not understand why that woman was trying to pet a growling dog. I was trying to control Stanley while holding onto that other crap, but I was scared he was going to bite her. We’re still working on manners.
She said: OH, I USED TO TRAIN DOGS. I’M NOT AFRAID.
WELL, I WAS.
Honey, if you used to train dogs, you know better than to try to pet a growling dog. He didn’t bite her, but he didn’t stop growling. I told him NO and he finally stopped, but she was an idiot.
Then I told her that he had only been with me two weeks and we were still working on manners. She said, WELL, THAT DOG NEEDS A WHIPPING.
I came so damn close to throwing that package at her. Or letting Stanley bite her.
That had to be the stupidest woman I’ve ever met in my life.
Do you ever wonder about people?