The only people I ever had any trouble with wanting to mess with Galahad were the twin boys who lived down the building from us in the apartment. Every single time they'd see him, regardless of what he was doing (usually sniffing around for the perfect place to drop a stinkle), they'd both come running at him, screaming his name and slapping their thighs. Mind you, these kids are eleven, and they have a min-pin, there was no reason for them to be so crazy about seeing my little guy.
I would do one of two things when I saw them coming:
A. Gently twitch his leash back toward me, and pick him up before they could get to him and start grabbing him. Then I'd tell them that they could pet him if they'd lower their voices and not grab him.
B. Twitch his leash toward the apartment and haul butt like mad to get inside before they could get to us!
We've moved out of the apartments though, thankfully, and none of my new neighbors so far have tried to grab or touch Galahad. The lady next door commented that he was gorgeous, and the delivery guy for my stove whistled and called him a "helluva high priced dog", lol. |