I love my candy, but not when it comes as a 60 lb muddy golden retriever that barks, bites and bounds at my bump with what some might call "playful affection," but what I'd rather describe as over stimulated and uncontrolled abandon.
In between the incessant sheets of rain we've been having, Chris and I took advantage of a brief sunny spell to try out our new wellies on an afternoon stroll. The air had that earthy post-rain smell and the fields and foliage looked particularly verdant and healthy for the middle of autumn. It's nice to see some benefits from all this rain.
Anyways, we walked, we talked, the wind whipped our hair and the scene was serene until ARRAF, BARK, YAP! Peace shattered in the blink of an eye as a large, excited golden retriever came running at us at full speed yapping like a banshee.
I've always been more of a dog person (though now I really love my cat Rico) and I do care for animals, but Chris is clearly the bigger animal lover of us two. He laughs at bears on TV, sees a snake and wants a closer look and has time to say hello to whatever furry friend we might run into where I don't always feel the need.
Maybe bounding dog, aka Candy, sensed my apathy and wanted to set me straight; maybe she smelled the remnants of a date and fudge cake wrapped up in my bag - but she bypassed Chris and went straight for me, lunging towards my bump with muddy paws, yapping and snapping happily and spurring me into a sit, hush, nice dog gig as I tried to avoid her leaps. "Chris, help me, she's going to pounce on the baby," I half grimaced through clenched teeth, trying simultaneously to smile at this over-energized dog and acknowledge her owners, now approaching at a relaxed ramble and offering gentle scolds to their runaway pooch.
It was a beautiful afternoon to walk a dog and let her run off her leash. I know animals can have minds of their own and get a little over stimulated, but just like I'll be expected to pay attention to and reign in my daughter if she's causing havoc, these people could have done a little bit more to soothe and control their dog! I don't care about the mud on my coat. I care slightly more that she almost dislocated my ring finger when her barking mouth got a little too close to my flapping hand. But most of all - I'm pregnant - I look pregnant - and it irritated me that Candy's owners didn't crank up their efforts to get their freaking dog off bump and me!
Maybe I sound uncaring and mean. Maybe I sound like I don't like animals. I do, I really do. But come on people, if your pet is a little hyper, don't just assume that everyone is going to be as tolerant as you. I'm not saying don't let her run free, but make sure you monitor her and make a genuine effort to deter her/remove her from the pregnant woman, or any person, that she may be bundling. Isn't that just common courtesy?