Yesterday I was out for a walk with Tessa. We were coming back from the store and ran into this older woman with a young small curly haired dog....like a mini poodle or something. Her dog gets all hyper and runs around her twice, through her legs & around her once again with Tessa following the whole time.
The woman is completely tied up in two leashes so I hand her the handle end of Tessa's leash and she says "this isn't very much fun". I say "what would you like me to do?" cause I figure she doesn't want me reaching around her huge ass & between her cottage cheese legs to get my dog free. She says "it would have been nice if you controlled your dog in the first place".
I almost lost it. Control my fucking dog lady? She was fucking lucky I was out on a patio with a buddy & had a half litre of wine before hand so I was pretty relaxed. Tessa was chasing HER FUCKING DOG....she was just as wrapped up in her own dog's leash as she was wrapped up in Tessa's leash.
There's only one word to describe a prickly old bat like this and it has a C, N, & T in it. You guessed it: cactus.
- Rusty
