We were at the West Coast dog run again on Saturday and Sunday and the weekend before that!! Mother’s been complaining that she’s not getting any sleep because she has to wake up super early on both days on the weekend to take me there. Suck it up Mother! Father was like “Why are we celebrating Valentine’s Day in field of poop?”

We FINALLY met Chow Chow!! He’s a handsome lion looking one! We didn’t play much. I think I’m a bit of a girl because I don’t play macho like Chow Chow does! We also met Yuki, a Japanese spitz that is (surprise surprise!) born one day before me AND she came from the same pet store! We were probably neighbours there and didn’t know it!

Last Sunday I was picked up by an ah pek. A middle aged man came into the park with 2 dogs. One he unleashed, the other he tied to a tree. Mother was near the middle of the dog run (she’s doing this thing where she ignores me now because she thinks if she stops watching my back, that will make ME watch HER back. Hmm.) and I was near the gates. This man stopped to pet me (and I’m nice so I let him). Next thing I knew he lifted me up under my arms and carried me 2 meters away before putting me down again. He didn’t even support my ass! By this time I could hear Mother screaming “PUT HIM DOWN A**HOLE! WHO THE F*** SAID YOU CAN CARRY MY DOG!” I could see the steam coming out of her red face from where I was. She was MAD. So was I! What the heck! Don’t you know how to carry a dog, damnit? You support his rear end! I don’t care if you carry your dogs that way (Mother saw him carry his dog that way then sort of threw him onto the ground and was commenting to Grandpa that’s so wrong when next thing she knew, I WAS BEING HOISTED!).  You don’t carry ME that way ok! Mother marched up to him and yelled at him and told him if he touched me again she will bash his head in. She said he had no right to pick me up, and I was minding my own business and it wasn’t like I was blocking the gate – the stupid man wasn’t even on his way out! She then yelled that even SHE doesn’t carry me the way he did (she really doesn’t. She gave everyone in the house a lesson on carrying me) so he had NO DAMN RIGHT to do that.  You go Mother! The dumbass just stood there and said “okok” in a slighty cheena way with a sheepish smile on his ugly mug.

Mother is very protective and territorial. She’s cool with people petting me and all, but carrying and carrying IMPROPERLY, she cannot tolerate. There was no reason for it in this case. She won’t carry another dog unless she knows the owner wouldn’t mind, and she will only carry puppies never adult dogs. Mother was telling Grandpa she thinks she’s gaining some sort of reputation at the dog run because she’s yelled at people and would yell at dogs (usually huskies) to get them to back off when they posture over me and I’m clearly overwhelmed. But she says she doesn’t care, and I don’t too, so long as I’m kept safe!

That man is weird anyway. He kept one dog on a leash the WHOLE time, tied to a tree! And whenever other dogs ran towards it, he would yell at his own dog. And he kept holding the dog’s leash so tight. Grandpa says that he must think his dog is aggressive and is afraid it will bite the other dogs. Mother says, well, then don’t bring it to the dog run! But she says it’s unlike the dog is aggressive just really wants to meet other dogs and that the holding back isn’t helping but making him more aroused and excited. Oh well, sucks to be him.