This early in the 2008 holiday season I’m already hearing astounding tales of rudeness toward dogs and their human companions. SO, let’s have a contest. Tell a true tale of the rudest thing someone has said or asked about your dog(s). Entry deadline = December 12, 2008. Below are two recent examples from friends (names and identifying characteristics excluded to shield the guilty from vigilantes).
Hello … let me insult you
Guest arrives at holiday gathering and is greeted by the host’s dog, who approaches politely and sits. This dog, by all accounts, is sweet and well-mannered. Another guest says, “Oh, So-and-So is afraid of dogs.” Before the dog can be retrieved, the guest replies, dripping with disdain and still standing barely inside the door, “I’m not afraid of dogs. I just don’t LIKE them.”
(Hint: They feed this dog twice a day all year long. You? Well, you show up for a meal a couple times a year. Do that math.)
Now that I’m here … the dogs must go
Family member moves to town and asks, “So … when do you plan to get rid of the dogs?”
(Gee, gotta go with the dogs on this one. They were here first and spend 24/7 with their family.)
Here is an example from my own life:
When our late Dalmatian (Penelope Grace) developed lameness around age 6, we did a bunch of x-rays to help figure out if it was a back issue, a hip issue, or a knee issue. A specialist at Colorado State University made the diagnosis — a knee injury needing surgery. No problemo … right? Well, my mom asked me, “Are you going to put her down?”
The funny part is that my mom has had many, many knee surgeries herself, including total knee replacement on both sides. So, I couldn’t help myself and replied, “You needed knee surgery, and we didn’t put you down.”
Entry Guidelines
- Submit only one entry per person as a comment to this post
- Keep entry to 100 words or less
- Use your real email address when the comment form asks for it (so that I can contact the winner)
As always, the winner will be selected at the sole discretion of my darling husband who knows none of you and has no stake in the outcome. Then, I’ll purchase and ship, either a prize to the winner or the winner’s dog.
(And, yes … I’m fully aware that rudeness goes both ways, but this is a dog blog, so we’re focusing one direction. Deal with it.)