Dear Clueless Mother:
Perhaps you don’t realize how close you came to spending your oh-so-special day in the emergency room. You need to pay far more attention to that precious little one of yours. You see, the fruit of your loins chased us quite a ways before you tuned in. Was it my yells that finally broke you out of your brunch-induced stupor? I’m not the bad guy here. Remember, we were the ones making a hasty retreat.
You see, should your tiny blessing pursue the wrong dog, with the wrong handler, like that in the future her very pretty face will be scarred for life (or worse).
And, save your dirty looks for someone else. I protected my “child” AND yours!
Did you notice my dog crawling on her belly, ears and head down, to pass you on the bridge? Your darling child caused that. It wasn’t cute. It was dangerous … not to mention rude.
Toodles!
Lilly’s Mom (aka Dog Advocate, Fearful Dog Warrior, B*tch about Town)
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