Who goes to someone else’s city and kicks their dog??? Apparently, American tourists do.
Snick and I had a perfectly nice morning at the dog run this morning. It’s beautiful out this weekend. As we were walking home, we encountered a nice lady looking for the now defunct Hell’s Kitchen Flea Market (this happens every weekend these days). She was very nice – thanked me for my help, told me how well taken care of and well mannered Snickers is. She said she’d been meaning to come to the Flea Market for years. She was probably from uptown or maybe one of the boroughs.
Anyway, we walked another block, came to the corner and stopped to wait for the light. Snick was standing right next to me. Suddenly – just as it was too late to do anything – I realized a man was steps away from stepping on Snickers. Before I could put my arm out to stop him, he slammed right into him! His shin caught Snick square in the ribcage and the force of it spun Snick around about 180 degrees and scooted him a foot over behind me. I yelled out something in surprise of how hard he hit him and then I looked up, totally expecting the guy to be like “oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see him, is he ok?” But NO! He was walking away, looking back at me with this hateful look on his face! HE DID IT ON PURPOSE! I couldn’t believe it! So, I did what any self-respecting New Yorker would do; I looked him right in the eye and yelled out “Asshole!” He looked taken aback that I said anything to him at all and then goes “No.. you are!” (Gee, if I was in kindergarten, I’d be impressed with a come back like that.) So… he kept walking and I still have no clue as to why the hell he kicked my dog!
It was so random. He didn’t look like someone who would do that either. He was a middle-aged, pudgy, red-headed, freckled, midwestern tourist guy walking along with 3 or 4 women.
I guess I’ll never understand people.
I’d have run after that bastard and kicked him in the f*cking shin. I’m getting livid just thinking about him kicking your pup!!!!!