Stumbled home from the Boiler Room at 1:30 or so this morning only to meet one of my neighbours walking her 2 pooches.
One was a ‘Gustav’ lookalike, and as I share a community with Maoman it took me a moment to find out whether I knew this dog or not. By then it was too late and the poor bugger was doing the ‘lying on the back and being spoilt’ routine. Oh well, my mistake.
Then I switched my attention to the other one, which immediately and without warning sank its teeth into my hand. I was (understandably, I felt) a bit miffed at this and wandered off feeling hard done by. But when I got to the light by my building door I discovered four puncture wounds and blood pouring down my hand.
So a combination of 12 hours worth of Bacardi, and simple animal rage, led me to go back and find this stupid animal. I growled at it, took the lead from the hands of the ineffectual woman making ‘PaiSe’ noises, and kicked the fucker in the head. After it had escaped from the collar I chased it around for a while bellowing shit like “Fuck with me, would you?” and the like, until I felt that it had had enough, and then retired upstairs.
Then I calmed down a bit, helped by poor Brian - my own best friend in the whole world. I have been told a couple of times by the security guards here (I live at Lotus Hill) to keep him on a lead when I walk the poor guy, because some poor buggers are afraid of a little friendly dog that only wants to be friends with anyone. The enormous unfairnes of this really hurts.
Suddenly I was confronted with this picture of a four year-old kid shrieking ‘GoGo!’ - as happens almost daily - and running into the jaws of the dog I had just encountered. This is what the thankfully small number of paranoid individuals at Lotus Hill are scared of when they complain about me and Mr Harmless. But it really hit me that responsible dog-owners are being persecuted because of owners who can’t control their dogs.
So the two of us went marching back up to the security office. What the fuck was I thinking? This adds ammunition to the ‘muzzle and chain your dog’ brigade.
Still, even with my minimal Chinese, I managed to communicate the fact that I didn’t hate dogs, didn’t want to extort money from the dog owner, and didn’t want to even file a formal complaint that could escalate. Actually, she was there five minutes behind me and arrived to find the security guys playing with Brian the quintessential attention-slut-mutt.
I hope that I communicated the fact that dogs are not intrinsically bad, or inclined to bite people. It is my profound wish that this dog-owner will learn to control her dog, rather than that all dog-owners will be forced to abide by unreasonable regulations.
But still, I expect that this is not the end of this and would appreciate any advice on managing the situation so that a) Loretta doesn’t go prowling around swinging a chain again, and b) well-behaved dogs and their owners can enjoy their communities and embrace the simple pleasure of seeing a 4-yr old chasing a dog without fear.
Yours, in despond…
A concerned friend of a small animal.