If this is your first time here - where the hell have you been? If you've been here before, then you've probably already noticed I have a dog. Although I've said here he's very co-dependent, that's not the whole truth. I'm very co-dependent too and I try to take him along with me as much as I can. I never take him to a bar though, I'm not one of those people, but he's always there whenever I'm taking these pictures and this has already been documented. Twice.
The last time we went picture-taking, he was there too, what else. Usually it's pretty uneventful, we get to a place, we take a few shots, I look at them, I bitch and complain, we take a few more, I get fed up and we leave, all the while the dog is benevolently sniffing away or trying to get into the shot because he wants to see what I'm doing. But not this time.
As soon as my boyfriend took two photos, he said: "The dog is getting away."
"Leave him, he won't go far."
"No, I mean it, he's really getting away."
I looked around the corner and I saw him looking up at something, wagging his tail. He does that whenever he sees a sand lizard (I have no idea why), so I thought there's nothing to be worried about. Then all of a sudden, all hell broke loose. He started barking like a little maniac, which he is, and I leaned in a little more to see what he was barking at. It was his arch enemy, Felis catus, a cat. It was standing on the fence, back arched, eyes blood red looking like a real Devil's spawn. I'd bark scared too if I were him.
The cat hurled itself at him and landed right on his head, clawing wherever it could. The dog started squealing like a gutted pig shaking his head trying to get it off, which he did, but then he made a fatal mistake. In an attempt to flee from the psycho cat, he ran straight over its front yard and through the open front door into the house, which made the cat even angrier. Before it could attack again, my boyfriend intervened, grabbed the dog and pushed him to safety towards me. And what did the dog do? He barked: "You think you're gonna mess with me?! Nobody fucks with me, you mother-woof-woof!!" and he ran straight towards the cat. Again. Just in time before round two would've started, I grabbed him by his collar thinking: "Oh no, Muhammad, let's let Mike have this one as long as you still have both of your ears."
Then we changed our location, it seemed fitting. After two shots, my boyfriend said: "The dog is getting away."
I ran to get him and I saw a little girl some 7 years old holding him by his collar, dragging him away.
"What are you doing?!" The little girl froze. "I said, what are you doing?!"
"I'm just... I'm taking him to you. Or I mean... I thought he was lost."
"No, you didn't! You're taking him way!" The little sneak tried to take him home!
"I was just trying to help."
"You can't steal a dog! You can't just grab random dogs and take them home! Didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't touch dogs you don't know because they can bite you?!" I was so pissed, now I looked like that psycho cat. The dog hid behind me. "Look," I said more calmly, "if you were trying to help, thanks, but he's not lost, he's mine. And you really shouldn't be touching dogs on the street for your own sake. Ok?" She nodded. And get your own dog, you little... Witch.
Mohammad and I returned to my boyfriend everything but ready to say cheese: "Let's take these stupid pics and get out of here." Which we did in about 0.37 minute.
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