It Wasn’t The Dog’s Fault

I know it wasn’t my dog’s fault, I should have been paying attention. She only wanted to say hello to pizza guy, and who could blame her. I know better than to turn my back on her exuberance; we had after all just left the house; she was a bundle of energy, coiled like a spring and raring to go.

I grew up with dogs; we had a Cocker Spaniel and a Saint Bernard. We lived on a farm, they had acres and acres to roam at will,not once were put on a leash, and slept outside in a dog house. It was only on the coldest of nights, after considerable pleading that my father relented, allowing them to come inside. They were well behaved, well adjusted, and part of the family.

Without question fond memories of my childhood dogs were the basis of our decision to purchase a dog for our family. My husband had similar memories, and we wanted our children to experience the same. Just one small problem – we live in a city, have busy lives, and  “off leash” rules.

Don’t get me wrong – I love my dog. She’s part of the family, and it wasn’t her fault. I thought for a few hours that my arm was broken but it feels a little better. The five bandages on my left hand are a nuisance, aside from the one  covering where the nail on my little finger was torn off, and possibly one covering grated flesh on my palm; they should be gone in a few days. It’s not her fault I wasn’t paying attention when her joy at going for a walk, and seeing pizza guy pulled me to the ground. Boxers are strong dogs – it wasn’t her fault.

A city dog is not a country dog, and it isn’t their fault.

9 thoughts on “It Wasn’t The Dog’s Fault

  1. Condolences on the bashing you took. Get better soon.

    We had an English Bulldog. Otis was 50 lbs of muscle concentrated about 15 inches off the ground. And he loved his people. What he didn’t realize is that 50lbs at mid calf on a 120 lb middle aged lady results in rapid falls down stairs. Otis didnt’ mean it either — it wasn’t his fault. 🙂

    Get better soon.

    Cheers,
    Peter
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    • A few months ago my son took her for a walk, she saw a dog across the street she wanted to say hello to. He called, giving a tug on the leash (one of those retractable leashes with way too much play) She took off at full speed towards him but still looking back at the other dog.SMACK! Split her face open when she ran full speed into a tree trunk.She’s also fond of bringing rats or squirrels she kills into my bedroom,getting sprayed by skunks, and wetting the dining room carpet since she hates to pee in the rain. It rains a lot in Vancouver – yikes. But it isn’t her fault 🙂

  2. Ouch!

    We also have leash laws and once when I was dog sitting a dog that I believe was a Victorian bulldog, I took the dog out to do her duty being careful to stay on our property. Unfortunately there were no fences to obscure what was going on outside our perimeter and our dog happened to see the neighbor dog, who was just a wee bit bigger than a loaf of bread, come scampering across the street straight for her. I shouted a warning to the owner to pull back her dog as I wasn’t sure how mine might react…at the same moment realizing that the small dog was not on a leash!

    My dog twisted and turned in ways that seemed unnatural to dogs and eventually broke free, chasing that poor little thing (who by now was running as fast as his little feet could take him…yelping all the way) and eventually catching up to it. In my most authoritative voice ever I called my dog off, uncertain of whether she would obey. After the third barking order and at the heels of the little dog, she turned and walked back home. I breathed a sigh of relief that my dog didn’t eat have the other for a snack. After all…it looked just like one of the squirrels that tease him from outside the screened lanai.

    The other dog’s owner happened to be the owner/builder of this exclusive development.and I thought how lucky she was that wasn’t hungry and just wanted to play. We both avoided each other for the rest of the month that I was there and I never saw the dog outside again. We also had deer come right up to the windows on a daily basis…quite exciting indeed. I like your idea of a farm with lots of room to roam which these dogs that I took care of had when I first met them.

  3. I also get very excited when I see the pizza guy. 🙂

    But seriously, I hope your sore spots heal up soon. Hopefully your dog is snuggling you while you recover.

    • I know – it was pizza guy – obviously not her fault! And yes, aside from the missing nail on my little finger, all will be right in a few days 🙂 And she is a very sorry dog who still melts me with her charms

  4. Ouch! I love your comparison with free and well-adjusted country dogs. I feel exactly the same way. I grew up with much-loved, adorable but crazy house dogs, and recently had a free-roaming, street-wise, leash-free variety. I love all dogs, but I wish it was possible for them all to have freedom to be more in control of their lives. I think life makes much more sense from their point of view.

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