‘Bad dog’ is such a relative term.
Arnie-man and I were in the backyard. One more potty-break for the night. Backyard at the apartment isnt enclosed all the way– its only like 85% enclosed.
Well, the Giagantic Scottie (I dunno the breed– it looks like a Scottiedog, but almost as big as a Great Dane) Arnie has been wanting to play with FOR MONTHS ran by… without his owner.
So Arnie scooted right by me, out the backyard, and started chasing Gigantic Scottie down the street.
So theyre chasing each other, Im chasing them screaming ‘ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER YOU STOP THIS INSTANT!’, and since its a beautiful night, all my neighbors were out on their porches, waiting to see what happened.
Now I knew Arnieman just wanted to play, but I didnt know Gigantic Scottie.
All my neighbors were quite certain that they were going to have front-row seats at an impromptu dog fight.
By the time I caught up with the run away pups, they had reached their destination– a nice grassy park down the road. They knew damn well where they were running and what they were doing. They were wrestling and playing and having a marvelous time.
I scolded them both. They were immensely apologetic… but wanted to get back to playing. So I grab them both by the scruff of the neck and drug them back up the street, to the applause of my neighbors. One of them “LOL! SHE CAUGHT EM! SHE CAUGHT EM! HAHAHA!” Skinny white girl dragging 200 lbs of black dog.
I was mad at Arnie for being a ‘bad dog’. He knows not to leave the yard. He knows damn well to stop when I tell him to. But they arent bad dogs– just two pups that wanted to play, and two stupid humans that never arranged a play date. Bad humans.