The Good Kind of Dorky

 

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Does this count as mama drama?

It's a little late for a weekend update, so instead I'll just call this a story. Monday night Sarah, Lauren and I went over to a co-worker's house to hang out and last night, hello, American Idol premiere. Needless to say I have been a little preoccupied.

On Sunday Edgar and I decided to take Bugs and Zoey to a fenced in dog park. We had never been to a dog park before. Bugs used to do day care occasionally and loves being around other dogs so I knew he would love it. Zoey is a typical poodle and likes humans more than other dogs, but I figured this would be a good experience for her.

The park was awesome! It's a fenced off part of a Byrd Park, in Richmond. It was such a beautiful day so there were a ton of other dogs. They even have a part fenced off separately for smaller dogs. The best part is that humans go in the fenced in area with the dogs. There are picnic tables and benches too. I decided to put Zoey in the small dog part and obviously, Bugs in the regular area. At first Zoey was okay, but then when I went to check on her she started freaking. You know how kids are just fine until they see their parents sneaking away from the classroom on the first day of kindergarten and then they start screaming? Yes, my dog was the one barking like a crazy biatch.

Here she is at maximum freak-out


"Get your sweet ass down here so I can hump you, you sexy poodle"

After her little break down, we decided to just bring her into the "big dog" area with us since there were a few other small dogs in there too. This just made her day. Well, until some lab started getting all up in her nether-regions. For the most part she just sniffed around and followed us.

And then there was Bugs, who was as happy as he could be. Just look at that smile.


Cooling off...so refreshing!
Now let me tell you a little bit about Bugs. He loves to be where the action is, but he does not like the be the pack leader. He will run around and just wait until a group forms and he'll run and join the group. Yes, my son is a follower, a poser, a big ol' joiner. I am okay with this. Bugs is not one to just hang out on the sidelines. He runs with the active, slightly more rowdy crowds. At one point he did get in a fight with another dog. They just stood there taking turns barking at each other. I can't blame him though. The other dog did say something about doing his mom because she is such a MILF. He was sticking up for me, obviously. What a loyal son. Well, Edgar went over and pulled Bugs away...he was very embarassed.

After much of his posse left the park he started walking around just looking for trouble. He kept trying to get this one dog to play with him, but the damn dog wouldn't share his toy with Bugs. So of course, Bugs just barked and barked at this dog. The owner of the spoiled, non-toy sharer said that Bugs has quite the mouth and I about smacked that bitch upside the head. Don't talk shit about my child, you skanky slut.

However, it had become quite clear though that Bugs was getting a bit cranky, so we decided that it was probably time to take the kids home. So in conclusion, yes, if you are at a dog park and there is barking, freak-outs, tantrum throwing and just general rowdiness, you can bet that my dogs are probably involved.

I really do feel like a mother sometimes, even if it is just to dogs. I even mentioned today at work that if I had a baby there would probably be spit up on my black winter coat along with the dog hair and fuzz. Yes, I am the crazy, disheveled one who shows up to work with dog hair on her coat. Yes, I think of my dogs as little people. Yes, I am that girl.

8 Comments:

  • At 9:27 PM, Anonymous Motherload said…

    Awww...look how handsome grandma's boy is. I bet it was funny to watch Bugs 'yelling'at the other dog. I wonder if they were doggy swearing or hurling 'yo mamma' insults. And that Zoey... she's just psycho. Does she get that from Edgar's (aka Crazy) side? (hehe) :-)

     
  • At 11:26 PM, Blogger local traveler said…

    The one time that I tried to take my dear little sweet pea Abbylicious to a dog park, (the one at Byrd, actually) she spent the entire time protecting her butt, snarling and barking at and generally alienating the other dogs. Embarassing.

    Definitely mama drama--my mother has given up on expecting any "real" grandkids.

     
  • At 7:02 AM, Blogger Erika said…

    "maximum freak out"...LOL. We have never done the dog park thing, but I think it would be hilarious.

     
  • At 10:51 AM, Blogger L Sass said…

    Your dogs are so cute. Ugh. I am jealous.

    We have taken AS's parents dogs to the dog run in Tomkins Square Park and one dog prefers to hang out on our lap on the bench and the other tries to make friends with everyone--dog, human, squirrel, etc...

     
  • At 11:56 AM, Blogger Carrie said…

    That is a great post! I've been playing musical kitties for the last week. It has been stressful with the move. I've never seen a dog park other than TV. At my apartment, we have a dog run but nobody uses it. You had me cracking up with the MILF statement. I really want a dog but we have no fenced in yard and we live off a very busy street. Someday. Oh and this post made me think about this:

    To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:

    1. They live here. You don't.
    2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
    (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
    3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
    4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

     
  • At 7:09 PM, Blogger Cece said…

    Great post! *lol* Aww, I miss having a dog. My girl would not behave at a dog park. She was a latchkey kid (sort of) and didn't take well to change. Ugh.

    Your dogs are beautiful.

     
  • At 7:27 PM, Anonymous Jenny said…

    "Don't talk shit about my child, you skanky slut."

    Oh yeah. You are definitely a mom.

     
  • At 6:48 AM, Blogger Bones said…

    I go to dog parks to live vicariously through other people's dogs. It's pathetic.

     

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