Tuesday, August 11, 2015

The Wild Wild West



I just re-read a tipandtrick from almost 2 years ago about how I was letting the Restorative Yoga Teacher Training I was in change me, and boy has it. I have slowed down my personal practice, I teach a lot more restorative yoga, very happily, and I'm better about taking naps if I'm tired.

Last week on a walk with Smokey, out of nowhere, a small brown dog with a skinny body and a curly tail started following us. Smokey's really cool about other dogs, usually he can take 'em or leave 'em, but this dog seemed to be getting on his nerves. Looking at the situation a little closer, I noticed the dog was un-neutered. He kept following us, Smokey kept not liking it, and in my big girl voice I said, "No!" and "Git!" The dog got distracted by a man jogging with two dogs on a leash, but was back on our behind just as we were rounding the corner home. After I filled Smokey's food and water, the dog was still on the other side of the fence, egging Smokey on.

"This will not stand," I thought. I grabbed a hose attachment off Mike's porch and came out swinging with my big girl voice fully in tact. The un-neutred dog got my message to "git," and finally got. The whole exchange, although frustrating at times, was hilarious to me, even while it was happening. I'm still a nice lady, my favorite chant is still "Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu," I'm still vegan (except for the occasional times I don't ask the restaurant if there's dairy in the salad dressing) and I care, sometimes more than I should, about the feelings of other animals and humans. AND this is the wild wild west and un-neutered dogs make it tricky, and don't F--- with Smokey.

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