I was just washing a load of dog towels and thought of this story. We have two dogs, Rosey and Lucy, who get toweled off when they come in from the rain, hence, the dog towels.Several years ago Paul was hunting and fishing with a guy named Chip. Why any 60-year-old man would go by the name CHIP is beyond me but he did. Even Paul thought he was a bit of a bore who talked and talked but never listened but he had some good hunting spots and a nice boat so he put up with him.
So Chip and his wife, whose name escapes me, invited us to meet them for dinner near their house at some special place they raved about. I figured it had to be a nice place so I got moderately dressed up. Big mistake, the joint wasn't much more than a diner, and I could have worn my gym clothes and not looked out of place. The food was okay, and they invited us back to their house for dessert.
They took us through the garage which was in the lower level of the house. But before going upstairs we had to sit and watch videos of them catching fish in Florida. That was just a thrill a minute, and I tried not to fall asleep figuring I'd miss dessert.
Upstairs we go and out from one of their bedrooms, where she apparently had been crated, flies this hyper little spaniel who jumped everywhere including on us. I hate to be jumped on by a dog, including my own who know better anyway. This dog was nuts.
They made little or no attempt to call her away. That was bad enough but then the little shit starts running to her water bowl, slurping up a faceful and then running back at us with water flying everywhere. I'm doing my best with my hands to fend off the shower of water and dog drool.
A normal person would have called the dog away from the guests, right? No, he says to his wife, "Get them a towel." I had noticed a nicely folded pile of towels in the garage when we came through. Sure enough, she heads for the basement and brings back two of the towels. Paul and I are giving each other are they kidding looks.
Finally dessert time arrives and we sat on one side of the island and they were on the opposite. Sure enough the dog starts climbing all over us as we sit. Paul reached down and slipped his finger into the collar and twisted a little for a second or two, not to hurt her but to give her a message. When he let go, said dog walked away and laid down.
We haven't been back since, but if we ever do visit again, I'm wearing a rain coat.
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16 comments:
My grandmother has a dog that is similar to that, minus the slobber and drool.
She's had the dog for two years now, and hasn't trained him one bit. He still messes in the house, and jumps all over everything and everyone.
It's miserable.
And I thought Pearl was a pain. No dessert is worth putting up with that.
There is little worse than bad mannered dogs unless it is bad mannered kids. Paul did exactly what we would have done.
I hear you. The worst is that rubber cement that hangs from St. Bernard faces.
A cat towel just does not have the same ring.
I hate badly behaved dogs. Or rather, in this case, badly behaved owners.
Dogs can be trained to behave well in the presence of guests in the house. These owners made no effort whatsoever to train their dog, so one should keep away from this kind of people.
No wonder you have never been back. We got mauled yesterday by our grand-dogger. She is getting better but she likes to push the envelope when we come around -- my poor son was upset he had worked so hard to stop her from jumping and it all went to crap when we arrived - hadn't seen her for a month. I admit each time she gets better so by the time she is a year (four more months) she should get it!!
Wow...sounds like quite the visit.
I like dogs, but I really don't like being jumped on.
ha. What a great and awful story at the same time.
I had a crush on a boy named Chip in Jr. High. Now I am wondering what the heck his real name is/was. :)
Love that story. I know we are working with Skye on that and she is pretty good but our adult kids let her do whatever she wants because they love her so much. It doesn't help us with out training.
That was a very unusual evening!
Yikes...that dog needs the Dog Whisperer!
LOL. Nice trick. I am going to remember this. Once when Excy was taking me to meet some new clients of his (back when he was a regular architect) their HUGE dog met us at the front door and proceeded to rake me from thigh to ankle with his long sharp claws -- this was summer -- and Ms. Bitch just watched, shrugged, and said, "You shouldn't have worn shorts." I was ready to walk away right there. So it could've been worse. footnote: her husband divorced her in the middle of the design process! So she was a thoughtless cow to everybody apparently...
Good for Paul! So much better than what I would have done - which is ask them outright if they could put her somewhere, and then make up an excuse and leave if that didn't work....
I never liked poorly trained owners, and since my oldest was mauled a year ago, I now do not tolerate them at all.
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You handled that with much more grace than I would have. Good for you, SITSta!
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LOL on your "Chip" comment... it's kind of like a grown man who still goes by "Willie" (oh wait, I work with one!).
~Elizabeth
http://confessionsfromaworkingmom.blogspot.com
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