Or, "The Vicious Old Yorkie"
Here's sort of, only sort of, a funny experience to lighten the mood some. Last Summer I was walking 4 1/2 pound Gucci in a park, a large pit was with it's owners at the water's edge, I walked as far away from them as the shoreline, lawn and bushes allowed in order to pass them. An ample distance. As we passed, the pit, with this big stick in it's mouth, started walking our way, I moved between the pit and Gucci, Gucci is usually on my left, the pit was still 10 feet away. I didn't say a word. The woman owner spouted out, "he's not vicious", I responded with "it sorta looks it".... and we continued walking on our way when she yelled "your dog looks like the vicious one"... I stopped, looked down at this 4 1/2 pound elderly dog that hardly ever barks and certainly didn't bark today, then looked back at her and her boyfriend, he looked mortified and embarrassed, even the pit looked embarrassed at what it's owner had just said, I just shook my head and started walking again... I was sorta pissed and sorta laughing at the same time.... she was obviously off her meds! LOL After what she said, I was simply speechless.
