The guy who lives across the street from our summer cottage has a Weimaraner. Every time I get out of the car with Gus, he says, "Look Maggie, it's a squeaky toy!" I take it in stride because I know he's just trying to be funny; that's just the kind of guy he is. And he goes above and beyond as a neighbor when we're not there.
At the dog park, oddly enough, the only ones who comment are the women, and mostly they just say, "He's so CUTE!"
Sounds like you've run into a lot of rude people who can't mind their own business. Yeah, they wish they had one... |