My people skills must suck.
I guess this isn’t my month for people interaction. First my d*ckhead experience https://garybsmith.wordpress.com/2011/11/09/how-to-be-a-dck/, then my no-wave ride https://garybsmith.wordpress.com/2011/11/12/what-no-wave/. I guess we can now add my dog park experience:
Yesterday, we decided to take our 3 dogs to a neat dog park Nancy had found. It’s not far from the house, pretty big, and on a nice day, packed with dogs. When we don’t feel like walking them, it’s a good place for them to get an hours worth of exercise.
Well, I was minding my own business, when a woman came running up to me, and asked, “Is THAT your poodle?” I nodded, which brought on a rant about picking up my dog’s poop. I wasn’t nuts about the attitude, but I said, “okay, show me where he did it.” Well, that brought on a sermon about watching my dogs, having a permit, etc, etc.
Now, I will say that, yes, we didn’t have a dog permit to be in the park. But, neither did 95% of the other dogs there. Still: guilty.
And, I also did give her some attitude because she was one of these people that can charitably be called a “dog park nazi.” I’m sure you’ve seen them and they pop up everywhere: the cyclist on the group ride who’s always yelling at you to keep up the speed, or stay in the pace line, or some other idiotic “infraction.” Or the self-appointed policeman who’s telling your kids to be quiet in a restaurant. Or, the guy on the golf course, who’s yelling at you to “pick up the pace.”
With those people, it’s not so much the request, but rather their attitude: they always come across as people with way too much time on their hands.
Anyway, the dog park Nazi ended up calling the DC Park Police, and I had to get some sermon on being a bad pet owner. Kind of ruined the whole outing.
But, I’m going to get a permit and am going back to that park. Hope my dogs poop all over the place.