People can be fucking weird about their dogs. When I was about 7 I used to play with a dog called Beauty who lived in the street next to mine - she was never in the house, her owner let her out to run around in the streets to entertain herself (this was normal in Scotland at the time, I have no idea if it's still normal now or if it was ever normal elsewhere). She was quite a vicious, snappy dog with people she didn't know, but she was very protective of me as I was part of her pack, if you will.
Anyway, one day I was having a laugh with Beauty outside her owner's house and the owner opened up her window to shout, "ye'd better watch it, if I tell her to go fer ye, she'll go fer ye". At a seven year old! Yeah, ok then, crazy dog owner lady.
People can be fucking weird about their dogs. When I was about 7 I used to play with a dog called Beauty who lived in the street next to mine - she was never in the house, her owner let her out to run around in the streets to entertain herself (this was normal in Scotland at the time, I have no idea if it's still normal now or if it was ever normal elsewhere). She was quite a vicious, snappy dog with people she didn't know, but she was very protective of me as I was part of her pack, if you will.
Anyway, one day I was having a laugh with Beauty outside her owner's house and the owner opened up her window to shout, "ye'd better watch it, if I tell her to go fer ye, she'll go fer ye". At a seven year old! Yeah, ok then, crazy dog owner lady.