The family and I got up early this fine Sunday morning to take pictures of a couple of new fosters for Cold Wet Noses.
We met at a new place (for me). Unfortunately, there wasn't any grass around so we ended up going into the empty dog park to give some time to the dogs to relax a bit before I started taking photos.
We were there for maybe 15 minutes and I got a few photos. A car pulled up with a dog and the foster knowing that her dogs were a bit reactive, wanted to leave before the other dog came in.
We got them leashed up and started heading out. I asked the gentlemen to please hold off coming in until we were out. He kindly agreed.
We got one dog out and then we started hearing the frantic barks and cries from a group of dogs that had just pulled up in a different vehicle.
Erik had the second dog, Oreo, and was still in the dog park when one of the dogs from the group that just pulled up got loose and started running towards Erik and Oreo. Erik closed the gate from inside the park. This loose dog was nearly frothing at the mouth.
What scared the hell out of me was that I looked and saw Kat standing at the opening of the first gate with her coffee in one hand and this 80 pound dog, barking, running and growling, coming right towards her.
Before I could do or say anything, Kat reached down with her one empty hand, grabbed the dogs leash and stood there. The dog wasn't looking at Kat but at Oreo and was still lunging and barking.
So there is Kat with a coffee in one hand and a scary dog on a leash in the other hand. The expression on Kat's faced never changed from calm. It was like she had reached for a sandwich. No panic. Nothing.
I got to Kat about the same time the owner did with his other two dogs (which were also lunging and pulling on the leash) . He said, "Don't worry he's friendly".
I just looked at him and told him how lucky he was that Kat was standing there and was able to grab the leash.
No "thank you".
Instead he proceeded to take all three dogs into the park.
I asked him to hang on because we were still trying to get Oreo out. Before he went into the second gate into the dog park, I turned around to close the outer gate so we wouldn't have an escapee.
He actually looked at me when I did this and said, "Why bother? The dogs are all on a leash. They aren't going anywhere."
I wanted to kick him. Dude, your dog was just on a leash, loose and my 12 year old daughter caught him. Asshole.
Finally, we got Oreo out.
By that time, both dogs were worked up. Actually, all of us...dogs and humans were worked up. We tried to get some more pictures but we'll see how those end up.
At the same time, there was what looked like a mastiff/pit mix in the parking lot. He was HUGE. A tiny woman was trying to control him as he pulled her across the parking lot, barking and crying. She would try to stop walking when he did this. If he didn't stop crying and barking, I saw her do the ol' Cesar Millan finger punch to the shoulder with the "tssss" sound.
We left shortly after this. Even the foster mom I had met to take pictures of was stunned at what was going on. It was pure chaos.
In the car I yelled at Katrina for reaching for a dog that looked aggressive but still told her how impressed I was.
"Don't ever do it again", was the last thing I said.
I HATE the dog park.
Now I'm home and I need a nap because I'm mentally exhausted.
And here's a picture because pictures are important. It's Kat a few months back in dog class at The Complete Canine. Shannon is trying to sneak treats from her hand.